Date: Sun, 19 May 2019 12:25:05 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ander - Chapter 3 - THIS IS MY HISTORY.

Chapter 3 -- THIS IS MY HISTORY.

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So I had no more chance than jack off now looking at his hot ass.  I took
my dick out again and focused on the vision of Ander's hot twin globes and
started wanking imagining my dick was inside his ass, something I have
never wanked over before. He asked me.

-Tell me the truth, dad: do I have an ass you would like to fuck?

-Your ass is perfect, Ander. If you were not my son, of course I would like
to fuck you. But you are my son, you're not gay and even if you were, of
course I would have to be a boy you've chosen to have sex with. But you're
not gay and of course I would never fuck you; so please, never ask me
that. I have enough with imagining and ok, I can jack off more times
thinking I'm fucking you, Ander.

-When you have the time and feel like masturbating again, I also want you
to imagine I am jacking you off or I am sucking you cock.

-Ander, I'm cumming now --and I shot then a huge load. It had been so hot
to think I was fucking that sweet boy, something I would do now more often,
since he had given me his permission.

-So hot to know, dad, that you've cum again. And now before we eat the
fried fish, two things first.

And he approached me and kissed me one more time. He had promised me he
would be constantly kissing me and he was true to his word. After two
minutes kissing he told me.

-You told me I should be all day doing it whenever I had to, so ok, dad,
open your mouth.

I did open my mouth and in came his dick again. Oh how I desired to suck
his cock again but I knew he would allow me a second blowjob before I left
him today. And so far I focused on the fun I would be given now. And soon
after I had his sexy cock in my mouth, a second stream of tasty piss began
to be rained into my stomach. It was so hot to know that I would spend
today drinking Ander's piss over and over again. Finally his new torrent
ended and still with his pants down and totally hard, he sat.

-And now dad, let's eat this delicious hake and you will tell me anything
you want.

Of course the first thing I did was grasping his cock again and told him I
would tell him everything but if he came, I would jack him off again. He
said ok, dad, as far as you're having fun. So I started eating and telling
Ander my secrets.

-It all started when you were fifteen. My friend Ferdinand and I had agreed
that he would come to our village and we should run five kilometers a day
at least. So he came to our house one day in August. It was a really torrid
day and we should never have run that day. But we began running
nevertheless, and soon both our T-shirts were full of sweat and we had to
take them off. And thus we continued running. But soon I saw I was running
with a boner. It was a surprise for me but I liked knowing I was hard
looking at Ferdinand's hot naked chest covered in perspiration, totally
bathed in sweat. It was an image that made me harder. Soon I noticed that
his pits started to smell and I went harder. I think he never noticed my
boner and he still does not know anything. I also noticed the smell of his
feet. And finally we ended running and said goodbye to each other.

-When I got home I was alone. I don't remember where but you had gone with
your mother somewhere and I needed to have a first gay masturbation. So I
entered the toilet and wanked thinking of Ferdinand's sweat and the
delicious smell of his armpits. I liked it so much that I shot my first gay
load soon. I felt curiously wonderful and I had to have a second
masturbation, now thinking about the smell of his feet, which still
lingered in my olfactory memory. This time I could hold it for longer but I
shot a second load. I felt increasingly certain that I wanted to wank over
boys many times now. And still alone at home, I allowed myself to
masturbate a third time now thinking I was sucking Ferdinand's cock. Of
course I have never seen his cock and he has a girlfriend, as you know, but
he is still today one of the boys I wank over more frequently.

-So three masturbations over Ferdinand that day.

-Four. Finally your mother and you returned but I was so horny that I had
to go to the toilet and wank one more time, and now I would think with no
fear that Ferdinand was fucking me and I cannot describe you how hot I was
imagining a dick in my so far virgin ass. I was fast because you were
awaiting me for dinner. And after that day I wanked over him at least once
a day till one year later, one day I was in the town, coincidentally, I saw
a bar called The happy squirrel and I wanted to have a drink and went
in. Soon I saw there were only boys there and they had sex anywhere no
matter who could be watching them. So it was a gay bar and I liked knowing
where I had entered.

I kept on jacking Ander off as I was getting ready to tell him more of my
secret history.

-I was really horny watching boys having sex there. The bar is very small
and boys have sex preferably on the first floor. So I walked up the stairs
and soon I saw there was a cozy wooden little place where there was a hot
boy sitting who was jerking himself off quietly. I sat beside him and saw
he was looking at me. I don't know where I found my courage but I grasped
his dick and seeing he didn't refuse my hand, I started jacking him
off. But as soon as I started, he pulled down my zipper and started to
masturbate me too and thus we were for a long time till I shot my first
load in a gay bar. It was evening and of course I had to return soon for
Ainhoa was awaiting me. But never telling your mother anything, I often
spent evenings in the town in that gay bar or in others that I soon
knew. One other day I was in The happy squirrel I saw one other hot boy
jerking himself off in the same place and now I was sure I wanted to go
further with boys and suddenly I took his dick in my mouth and started my
first blowjob ever. I was sure after that day I wanted to suck cocks every
now and then and the taste of semen was delicious. It was not him and it
was not that night, but one other day I sat on the same place and started
to beat my meat in public, as everyone did there, and suddenly a boy came
and it was him that stuck my dick in his mouth and I had then the best
blowjob I've ever had. And that very day I found a boy willing to fuck me
and though it hurts the first time, I was determined to be fucked by that
young boy till he came. And I even met a boy later who asked me to fuck him
and I did fuck a boy for the first time.

-Have you ever fucked a girl up her ass, dad?

-Well, maybe you won't feel comfortable if I tell you.

-That means you used to fuck mum up her ass, doesn't it?

-I usually did, Ander, but I will never tell you anymore about our sex lest
you feel uncomfortable.

-Ok, dad, go on.

-Well, one day I made up my mind to tell Ainhoa that I liked boys too, but
I never told her I had cheated her. All I told her is that I liked wanking
over boys sometimes and I named her my friend Ferdinand. She didn't like it
and told me I was a fucking faggot and two days later she told me she'd had
enough with me and she left me, telling me I could be the one taking care
of you, but she would visit you at least once a month.

-Dad, I really love my mother, but I don't like her reaction. You're no
faggot but a hot brave man who has every right to enjoy his sexual life the
way you prefer.

-Thanks, Ander. Well, in those gay bars they had named me some other bars
but I never entered because they have a strict dress code unless you enter
buck naked, something they also allow you. And living alone now, I made up
my mind to one night enter a bar called The dungeon. And as soon as I was
in there, I took everything off and totally nude I decided I would spend
the whole night in there.

That bar is bigger and it has many things, even some dungeons and a small
room for fist-fucking. And I was not the only one who was totally nude
there; many boys dressed in uniforms but many boys naked too and my boner
was obvious the whole night and I soon discovered something more in that
bar: there's a bathtub in the middle of the room and there was a naked boy
inside and soon a man of about 40 came and I saw him pissing in that boy's
whole body. I had a new desire then. I wanted to try what you can feel
sensing a boy pissing you. So when the bathtub was empty, I entered and
only one minute later a boy came and pissed my whole body. How can I
describe you what I felt? I knew after that moment I wanted to be
constantly pissed and I told myself I would not leave the bathtub soon that
night. I was pissed all over more than twenty times when a guy approached
me and told me to open my mouth. I did and to my surprise for I was not
expecting such a thing, he pissed in my mouth. The taste of the first piss
I drank was so hot that I shot an unexpected load and I knew from then on I
would drink many more streams. That very first night I drank more than ten
streams and was pissed about 50 more times. I had discovered a new fetish:
being pissed and drinking piss.

I went to The dungeon now once a week and spent nights there, not knowing
what you might think about your father if you knew where I was or what I
was doing.

-I got used to seeing you return many days almost at dawn, but of course I
thought you were having sex with any hot girl. Now I know you were having
sex with boys: I love to know that, dad.

-Well, as I told you, I went to that bar once a week, and was always inside
the bathtub, but so far all I had done was drinking piss, no other pig
thing till one day I met a hot bearded guy whose name I would know that
very night, a sexy thirty-year-old boy named Matthew.

-As I was being pissed, the smell of that sexy boy, who was totally sweaty,
was making me desire he would approach me. And finally he came close, and
of course I kept my mouth wide open with the intention to drink his
piss. He finally pissed me, a long stream which lasted for several
minutes. Knowing who the guy was who was pissing me with his wonderful
smell; I shot my first load with him that night. He only told me "good boy"
and then and with no transition he put one of his feet on my mouth and told
me to lick it. I had wanked a thousand times with the smell of feet, but
never tasted one before. It was heaven. That boy that night showed me how
to be a real pig. I thought he was also dominant but I didn't care. But
he's not dominant. He's just the piggiest boy I have ever met.

-I think you want more things. Now open your mouth again.

And then he started spitting in my mouth, first time I savored spitting but
from him I would taste anything. And next he put one of his armpits in my
mouth. Even today the smell of a guy's pits is the thing I like most,
mainly from the sexiest boy I've ever met. Well, except you, of course.

-Thanks, dad.

I shot a new load with his left pit and I begged him to let me lick his
right pit and I came again. But he had not had enough. Now he asked to open
my mouth again. I opened it determined to swallow that night anything
coming from him and then he blew his nose in my mouth. You're hearing me
talk about many substances, but oh my God, snot is so delicious, my
favourite substance --I said looking eagerly at Ander's nose, full of snot
that day too-. And now he told me to lick his ass. Also the first time I
savoured an ass and when I was doing it, he started farting in my mouth. I
also liked the repugnance of them and never told him to stop. I kept on
licking his ass and being farted, and I won't deny you my feelings in that
moment: I also wanted him to shit in my mouth. I'd never eaten shit before
that day, but I wanted to also eat it, till I couldn't stand it any longer
and asked him to shit in my mouth if he wanted. He told me "I will, but not
here". Then he stood up and told me we should go to the toilets.

We entered the toilet, and though I had never eaten shit before (Matthew
would be my first feeder for everything but piss), he told me to place
myself sitting on the floor by the toilet --I stood up just then and sat
close to one of our pieces of furniture in the position Matthew had told me
I should place myself-. And once I was placed the way he has told me he sat
on my face and after two minutes farting again, he made up his mind and
started to shit in my mouth. The moment I tasted his first turd, I shot a
new load. My first taste of shit was repulsive but I soon got used to the
flavour. He fed me three turds and I ate them all and didn't complain. But
the menu was not over. Now he asked me.

-Would you like me to feed you puke too?

Again, and though I have never tasted it before, I knew I wanted to eat
anything coming from him.

-Please do, and if you want to fuck me or want to get a blowjob from me
later, you can do it.

-We shall see. Leave your beautiful mouth open again. -And then a different
sample of his digestion fell into my stomach and I came again and he
congratulated me and said I was a really sexy and courageous pig. I loved
hearing him. That day he told me he had eaten fish. I have tasted vomit
many times later, and not only from Matthew and known very different
tastes, but nothing better than digested fish. That's my favourite puke
flavour. After he had vomited all, he told me that if I brushed my teeth
now, I could give him a blowjob. So fortunately there was a sink there and
I cleaned my mouth with care as I was watching the hard cock I would be
allowed to suck next.

-Now you can --he finally told me and I knelt on the floor and started
sucking. Never had I sucked such a scrumptious cock, except yours today,
Ander and I was lucky to give that hot Matthew a long blowjob which lasted
and lasted till finally I also tasted the only thing I had not tasted from
him that day: his semen. When now I asked him: would you not fuck me too?
He told me he couldn't do it but said he would like to have a drink with me
now.

We headed to the bar and both of us asked for orange vodka and to my
surprise he started jacking me off and he told me now I should be the only
one cumming and he would tell me something about him. So there I was being
masturbated in public in the bar The dungeon. And he told me he had a
boyfriend called Giles and he was just as pig as him, and added they had
the agreement of cheating each other and be pig with other people and even
have some sex with them provided they never fucked anybody else; that's
something he couldn't do. I told him I wanted to become a new friend for
him and just then I came again. Soon after we said goodbye to each other
and left.

-I have been used by Matthew many more times and he's also sucked my
cock. And well, to The dungeon I have gone many more times and I have even
eaten diarrhea.

-And do you also like it, dad?

-It's totally disgusting, but you won't believe the more disgusting
something is, the harder my cock gets and I eat showing the feeder no
disgust.

-How brave you are, dad.

-The only two things that I don't like from a boy and I've been unfortunate
to taste a couple of times are bad breath and cockcheese. Except those two
things I like everything in a boy and what I really like most is smell of
sweat, preferably a strong smell of sweat, like your smell today.

-Dad, be sincere, please. What's the smell you would like me to have?

-If it only depended on me, and it would not ruin your social life, I'd
have you three months unwashed. My hot Ander with the smell of a beggar
would be something beyond description.

-Dad, I needn't see my friends in all that time. I can be three months
unwashed because I want you to have every fun you want with me. So I won't
go soon to the shower, I promise. But you have to tell me. I want to have
your favourite smell in a boy, but the moment it turns into a disgusting
smell just tell me openly: Ander, you should have a shower today. I can
smell of two weeks, a month, two months and a half, three months. I promise
I won't have a shower till you tell me. Next I will have a daily shower
again for a couple of months to resume my social life and later, knowing
the smell from me that you prefer, I'll start being unwashed again for your
fun.

-From a hot boy like you, Ander, I would even like to eat your diarrhea and
don't worry: you will see then what I've told you: how hard my dick gets
when I am eating it.

-Then, when I have diarrhea, dad, I will tell you and if you ask me I will
feed you that too. And now dad, I think it is time that you dare tell me
about your lust for me, when you discovered it, how many times you've
wanked over me, all that.

-Well, it all started seven years ago when you were twenty. It was Saturday
and you came home telling me you had been for three hours running in the
country. The entire story with Ferdinand was repeated now with you. You
said you were really hungry and could not wait and you would have a
necessary shower after lunch. So you sat down to eat with a strong smell of
sweat, mainly your pits, and your T-shirt dripping so much sweat that you
took it off and sweat kept on spilling from your hot naked chest now. I
couldn't help it and all the time we were eating I had a strong boner that
I tried to hide under the table. I knew well it was not correct to be hard
at my own son, but our cocks are our second brain and it thought for itself
and at least I didn't cream my pants. We finished eating and finally you
went to the bathroom. And I knew I had to do it or else you would see me
with a huge boner or even cumming on my pants when you returned. So the
time you were in the bathroom, I headed to my bedroom and whipped my dick
out and for the first time I had to wank over you, and as it had been with
Ferdinand, my first incestuous masturbation was memorizing the smell of
your armpits. I had to cum soon, not only because I was on fire but because
you could get out of the bathroom soon. I did cum at last and curiously I
felt extraordinarily well after having wanked over you, instead of feeling
awful, as I thought. I knew now I would have a new masturbatory fun wanking
over you every now and then for I knew very well I would never molest you
and...

But in that moment Ander shot a new load. I told him I would jack him off
again and he told me I could but added.

-Of course you would never molest me, dad, I know that too well. Seven
years wanking over me secretly and I've never known anything. I'm even glad
of the fun you've had with me and if I had known I swear you would only
have had my respect as you have right now, only that now you can always
wank over me in my presence. You can go on, dad.

Of course I was jerking myself off too and hearing once again my son's
respect and moving words, I busted a new load. He smiled at me and told me
I should masturbate again. So that's what I did at the time I was also
jacking him off a second time at lunch. We still had a little hake to eat.

-As I told you, the story of my first gay day with Ferdinand was
repeated. That day you went to town with your friends and being alone at
home, and knowing now what my new fun was, I had to wank now over the
perfume of your feet. This time I lasted longer but my memory changed from
feet to pits and from pits to feet once and again but finally it was the
memory of your feet scent that made me cum anew.

-Now I had to be braver and imagine I was sucking your dick. I said to
myself it would be ok to imagine that as far as I never imagined it the
other way round. You are heterosexual and I would never allow myself to
imagine you were sucking my cock.

-Remember dad, that I told you I want you to imagine it now and tell me.

-Ok, I will. Then I started to whack off thinking I was giving you a
blowjob, to a dick I have never seen till today and I imagined it sexy but
you don't know how sexy it looks now. Well, I imagined what the taste of my
son's cock would be like and I fancied it being sweaty, like Matthew's cock
that had driven me crazy. And in fact now I'm lucky to know the taste, I
can tell you the flavour of both sex bombs is very similar.

-I've almost shot a new load, dad. Please go on.

-And finally still me alone at home I did dare imagine that you were
fucking your father and in that masturbation you were horny as hell knowing
where your dick was now and who you were fucking. It was the longest
masturbation that day and I finally came. Only four masturbations the first
day but since that day I knew I would need to wank over you every day at
least once, but some days it has been even five or six masturbations over
you.

-So hot to know, dad, that unknowingly I have been giving you fun for
years. And I'm willing to give you any fun you ask me, even giving you my
ass to fuck, I repeat so you know how horny I am today, even if I know you
would never ask me that.

-And after that day --I said quickly wanting to change the topic-, I had
also wanked imagining I swallowed everything from you that I've tasted with
Matthew. I've been fortunate today that I have tasted your pee, your semen
and your shit, but in my masturbations I've eaten everything from you.

-Hot, dad, why don't we cum again?

-Let's cum, Ander, so hot to know I'm giving you the horniest day of your
sexual life and it's so easy for me to tell you anything. You're so sweet
and so respectful, my son, that now I love you most --and he came then and
of course me too after him.

-The respect you've seen today, you will see every day. You will soon
believe that I am your best friend, a friend whom you can tell
everything. I'm really unable to put in words how much I love you now, dad.

-So can I now give you my second blowjob? --There was no fried fish now.

-Of course, dad, and please masturbate all the time.

So I stuck Ander's sexy dick in my mouth a second time and I started
knowing my son in earnest. He moaned but repeated he would never deny me
his dick so I could have any fun I wanted with him. He was so sexy, so
sweet with his father, so determined to keep me in heaven, so respectful. I
was happy knowing this was the second blowjob I was giving him, and still
didn't know when, but I would suck his cock three more times today for
fuck! Now I was sure his fun was as great as mine. As I expected a new
river of tasty piss fell on me then. So hot to know he had heeded my words
and he knew he could piss me now in any blowjob I would give him in the
future. After he finished, me constantly jacking off or else I was sure he
would not feel good, he told me.

-And do you also want my dick unwashed for three months, dad?

-Indeed I do, Ander. But you can do this: wash your cock just a bit so it
keeps his sweaty taste but it never has cockcheese. What I love is sweat,
but an unwashed dick does not smell of sweat but of rotten piss. But you
only have to wash your dick, not your feet or your pits. I really want you
smelling as a beggar.

-I will smell like a beggar for your fun. Anything I can do to give you
pleasure, I will do. Don't worry dad: I won't go to the shower today and I
won't do it again till you tell me. And please always be sincere; I always
want to have an arousing smell for you, never disgusting.

He resisted for twenty minutes now. What a hot boy he was. He would allow
me to suck his cock every time I asked him, with the right word "will", and
he will be unwashed for my fun. As I sucked I thought of many things I
could ask him when I returned from the birthday party, having the strange
certainty that he would not say not to anything I asked him, if it was me
that asked him, and I could really give him much more fun. Eventually he
shot his second load in my mouth that day. I came again and thanked
him. His response and I was not surprised now was raising me and kissing me
again.

-I've got cum in my mouth, Ander.

-I'll brush my teeth now, dad, before spending the whole afternoon jacking
off, over and over again but first I had to kiss you.

-Now I'll go to the toilet and brush my teeth and then leave for now.

After brushing my teeth again, I returned. He approached me and kissed me
again.

-Now have fun, dad, Hope you have boners with that sexy Ferdinand you like
so much.

-It will not be right to be seen with boners, but inevitably I will have
them, but not over Ferdinand, but over you, remembering the taste of your
hot dick, for instance.

-Good then, dad. Have fun. Here a friend will be waiting for you to return
and of course I'll spend all that time with my hand on my cock. You've made
me so horny today. I love you, dad. See you soon.

A new kiss and finally I left.

The party was full of people and I really had fun, but my son's words were
true and I was hard all the time, but not because of Ferdinand, but of
course because of Ander. I had to go to the toilet in order to wank over
him a couple of times. But finally I congratulated my friend and telling
him I had an urgent new idea for a sculpture --which was not true, of
course-, I managed to leave the party and return home, return to Ander, to
whom I was gonna give now a lot of fun if he desired it.