Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 19:33:27 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad's Golden Boy I

Disclaimer: This story is not true. I can't say it never happened, but it
didn't happen to me or anyone that I know. I just wish it did. If raunchy
sex between males, particularly those related to each other bothers you,
what are you doing here anyway? For the rest of you - just slide your jock
down to your knees, grab some lube and have a good time!

DAD'S GOLDEN BOY
by RimPig (C) 2001

CHAPTER 1 - THE BEGINNING

How do you know what is perverted? Better yet, how do you know who is
perverted. And to get right down to it, how do you know if you're a
pervert?

I guess before we go any further, I should introduce myself. My name is
Tommy Harrington. I'm 17 years old . I'm 6 feet tall and have very short
cut blond hair and blue eyes. I'm about 180 pounds and my body is pretty
well muscled from all the sports that I play. I guess you could call me a
jock. You sure wouldn't call me a nerd. I mean, I'm not dumb or anything,
but school has never been an interest to me except as a place to play
sports.

I live with my Dad, Thomas J. Harrington, the owner of Harrington
Construction. Dad is a large man, well over 6 feet tall with a strong,
well-developed body from all the construction work he's done in his
life. He's 35 and has the same blond hair and blue eyes that I do. He's an
incredibly handsome and attractive man. I'm always very flattered when
someone says that I look like him.

Dad and I live alone. He got my mother pregnant when they were in high
school when he was only 17. By the time Dad was 21, mom had run off with an
actor who had come through town in a play. She went to New York to become
an actress and we never heard from her again. Her parents died a few years
ago and Dad's parent's were retired in California, so it was just me and
Dad - except for Dad's partner in Harrington Construction - Michael
T. Harrington - my Dad's younger brother and my Uncle Mike.

Over the past few weeks, it has finally dawned on me that even though I
look like 'the boy next door', I am, in reality, the kind of guy no mother
wants their son to meet. I'm a parent's worst nightmare. I'm a fucking
pervert! I realized this when I was horsing around with my best friend
Brian after a wrestling meet about a week ago.

We both had won our weight classes and the team overall had won the meet.
Rather than shower after the meet and get together with the rest of the
team to celebrate, we went back to my house to celebrate by ourselves.
Brian and I have been spending a lot of time alone together lately. I mean,
we'd been best friends since 2nd grade, but recently we had gotten into
really having sex with each other. It started with us jacking off together
when we were about 10 or 11 and when we both turned 14 it had begun to
escalate as we started to get turned on to each other's bodies.  We had
taken to not only jacking each other off but we began to suck each other's
cocks. And what we looked forward to the night of was chowing down on each
other's hardon's to celebrate our win.

We had said originally that we were going to shower when we got to my
house, but when we got back to my house, I found a note telling me that Dad
was over at Uncle Mike's and might not be back that night. That meant that
Brian and I were completely alone and could do anything we wanted. So the
first thing we did was grab some beers from the refrigerator and went up to
my room. We began stripping as soon as we got there.

I guess at this point I should describe Brian. We're like mirror images of
each other. He's 6 feet tall and weighs 180 - just like me. His body is a
beautiful mass of muscles with a tight 6 pack of abs, broad shoulders and
huge biceps, pecs and lats. We both have 8 inch cocks and we're both uncut
- thank's to our Dad's insistence that we not be 'mutilated' (as my Dad
puts it) at birth. But where I'm blonde and almost hairless except for in
my pits and around my cock and balls, Brian has very dark brown hair and
green eyes. He has a thick patch of dark hairs in his pits and a treasure
trail of dark curls that lead from his 'innie' belly button down into a
thick bush of dark pubic hair around his cock and balls. He's also a lot
hairier on his arms and legs and even has a light dusting of dark hair down
his ass crack. Brian is incredibly good-looking and has the most incredible
smile I've ever seen. One quick smile from him and I like completely melt
inside. He's had that effect on me for as long as I can remember.

When we were both stripped to our jocks, I couldn't wait. I grabbed Brian
and pulled him to me and started rubbing my hard, jock-covered cock against
his. I could smell the ripeness of his body, the heavy smell of sweat and
jock musk which rose from his body with the rising of his sexual
desire. The smell coming from both of us was overpowering. It hit my senses
and I was lost in a sexual frenzy, driven by the scents that made my cock
so hard it felt like it could cut diamonds.

"God! Tommy! We really stink!" cried Brian as our combined
testosterone-driven stench hit his nose.

"Yeah! Ain't it great!" I enthused. "I love the stink of your body!"

"Really! You're kidding, right?" Brian stopped and looked me in the eyes.

I looked at Brian and I saw something in his eyes, something I'd never seen
before. It was a combination of unrelenting lust and fear. What was Brian
afraid of?

"No! Bri, I really get off on the smells of your body. Fuck! I get off on
the smells of my own body, too. I don't know why, but I always have. I get
in the locker room and my cock gets instantly hard. Fuck, last night, I
jacked off sniffing my jock!" I admitted to him.

"Is that why you don't shower all the time after PE?" he asked.

"So, you've noticed. Yeah, I love spending the rest of the afternoon
smelling my ripe pits! Keeps my dick hard!" I told him. "How about you?
I've noticed you don't always shower either."

"O.K., I'll admit it. I love your stink, too. I just didn't know how to
tell you. I was afraid you'd think I was a perv or something! I didn't want
you to hate me because of it." Brian admitted.

"Bri, I could never hate you." I told him, stroking his sweaty chest with
my hands.

"Maybe...but it goes beyond that, Tommy. There's other stuff that I don't
know if you're ready to hear." Tommy said, dropping his head not wanting to
look at me.

"Like what?" I asked.

I was curious how far Brian wanted to go with this. I hadn't told him
everything I'd been experimenting with either.

"Well, I don't know how to put this. There's some things I've fantasized
doing with you. But I didn't know how you'd take it." Brian admitted to me.

"Like what kind of things?"

Brian hesitated. He still was afraid to tell me everything.

"Bri, I promise, I won't hate you or think badly of you. After all, you're
not the only one who gets off on this stuff, remember? And there's stuff
I've wanted to do with you that I haven't talked about either!" I swore to
him.

I reached up and pulled him to me. For the first time in my life, I moved
forward and kissed another guy. My lips touched his, and he seemed to
resist slightly. I pulled him tighter to me and he seemed to surrender. His
lips parted and my tongue invaded his mouth. It was the most thrilling
thing I'd ever done. I could taste Brian. I could feel the slight burn of
his beard stubble against my face. It was so strong of a feeling that my
guts began to twist We'd sucked each other's cocks, but this was far more
intimate. I knew I not only wanted Brain - I suddenly realized that I loved
Brian, completely, totally and utterly.

As I broke the kiss, Brian seemed to collapse. He sat down on the foot of
my bed and bent his head forward, resting on my sweaty abs. I reached down
and hugged his head to my gut and stroked his dark hair. He reached his
hand around my body and grabbed my ass cheeks and began stroking them. I
also thought I heard him taking some deep breaths of my raunchy jock, which
was right under his nose.

"Now you gotta promise that no matter what, this is just between us. Even
if you find it disgusting and don't want to do it, you won't hate me and
you won't tell anybody - ever!" Brian murmured with his face in my abs.

"Bri, I promise! I could never hate you! And why would I tell anybody stuff
about you.  Remember, I wouldn't want a lot you know about me to get out
either!" I said, leaning down and kissing the top of his head and running
my nose through his sweat-dampened hair.

"Ok, here it is." He pulled back and looked up at me. "Tommy, I want you to
piss on me."

I couldn't believe my ears! This just couldn't be true! The guy who's been
my best friend forever and who I know I've fallen in love with, just asked
me to piss on him! There's got to be something wrong here. How could Brian
have known? I'd just gotten into pissing on myself in the last few
weeks. And I'd been fantasizing what it would be like to piss on somebody
or have them piss on me! And the center of those fantasies had been Brian!

"Well, is that all?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant about it. "Sure,
Bri, I'll be glad to piss on you. Only on one condition..."

He looked up at me, a strange light burning in his eyes.

"What?" he asked hesitantly.

"That you piss on me." I said quietly, staring into his deep green eyes.

Now it was his turn to be shocked. The look on his face was hysterically
funny. It was like he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. It was
all I could do to keep from busting out laughing.

"You're kidding, right?"Brian asked, with his shock showing in his voice as
well.

"Nope! Not kidding, Bri. I've been pissing on myself for a while now, and
it ain't nearly as much fun as I think somebody else doing it would be. And
I was kind of thinking about you being the guy I'd most like to be doing it
to me." I answered. "Anything else you want to do?"

"Tommy, I just can't believe this. You really want to get into pissing with
me? You're not just saying this?" he said, still staring up at me with that
shocked look on his face.

"What do I have to do to prove it, dude? Pull my cock out right now and
piss down your throat?"  I joked, letting my hand drop to my damp jock
pouch.

I noticed Brian's eyes followed my hand to my pouch. I suddenly got the
feeling that is exactly what he'd like me to do. I think Brian did want to
drink my piss. I figured why not? The beer I'd just had went right through
me and I felt like I could piss. I slowly pulled my cock pouch aside and
let my sweaty, ripe-smelling cock drop out of the pouch and dangle right in
front of Brian.

He looked up at me with a hunger in his eyes like I'd never seen before. I
knew exactly what he wanted of me and I was more than happy to give it to
him. I smiled down at him and, while stroking his hair with one hand,
lifted my cock to his lips with the other.

Brian looked at my cock-head approaching his lips and then up at me again,
waiting for me to give him permission.

"It's Ok, Bri. I got a nice load of jock piss for you. Go ahead and drink
it for me, babe, if that's what you want. I'd love to give you all my
golden piss."

I heard a moan come out of his throat from deep inside him, like some kind
of desperate need that he'd never had satisfied before , and then I felt
his warm lips envelop my cockhead and gently begin to suck on it and lick
the piss-slit.

I had a little trouble getting started, at first. After all, even though I
had pissed in front of dozens of guys in the locker room, nobody had ever
had my dick in their mouth while I pissed. It was a totally new sensation
for me as well.

Finally, I felt the piss moving down my cockshaft and into Brian's
mouth. When the first burst of piss hit him, he started moaning again. He
also started swallowing. I tried to hold back and piss as slowly as I
could. I didn't want to drown him or anything. It took a while for both of
us to find a rhythm - him swallowing and me pissing - but eventually we got
it together.

"Yeah, Bri!" I moaned, "Drink my fuckin' piss! That's it, babe, drain my
fuckin' cock of all that golden manpiss!"

Brian continued to moan around my cock which was sending waves of
vibrations up my shaft and into my balls. Even as I pissed, I felt myself
getting hard. Luckily, I can piss through a hardon so this didn't interrupt
anything. As my piss flow began to slow, my cock got harder and harder.
When the piss stopped altogether, Brian pulled his mouth off my cock and
looked up at me.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked looking into his eyes.

"Yes, Tommy. It was wonderful. It was like taking part of you inside
me. Like you cumming in my mouth only for much longer!"

"How did it taste to you?" I asked, curious as to how he found it. I had
already drunk some of my own piss and found it to be sweet and salty at the
same time.

"It was sweet and very salty. The flavor wasn't strong. I guess that's
because of the beer." he admitted.

"Yeah, I guess so. Now, I got one question for you, Bri." I said.

"What's that?" he asked, looking up at me with some of the fear in his eyes
again.

"Do you have to piss, too?" I said with a grin.

Brian smiled back at me.

"Yeah, I do, come to think of it." he answered.

I got down on my knees in front of him and put my face down to his sweaty,
ripe jockstrap. I took several deep whiffs of it and then pulled the mesh
pouch aside, hunting for his cock. I pulled his dick out and sucked it into
my mouth. I rubbed my tongue over his cock-head to let him know that I was
ready.

Almost immediately, the warm liquid began to squirt into my mouth. I was
hoping that Brian would hold back some like I had, so that I could get used
to drinking his piss. I needn't have worried though. Brian's piss flowed in
a slow stream from his cock and I could easily swallow it as it came out. I
knelt there, smelling the ripeness of his jock and his crotch while
drinking down his warm sweet piss. The experience was everything I'd
fantasized about and more! I did feel like I was taking part of Brian into
me and I was definitely getting off on the sheer nastiness of what I was
doing. Here I was, High School Jock God on my knees drinking another Jock's
piss! It was an incredibly raunchy thing to be doing and I was loving every
minute of it!

All too soon, Brian's flow came to the end and he, too, began to harden
from the feel of my warm mouth around his cock. But I decided to see if
there was any head cheese under his cock-hood that I could smell and
eat. Pushing back his foreskin with my tongue, I licked under the ridge on
the head of his cock and found a nice deposit of very fragrant cheese for
me to eat. I'd been eating my own for a long time, sometimes wiping it on
my upper lip while I jacked off so that I could easily smell the ripeness
of myself while I got off. But I'd never tasted anyone else's until now.

After cleaning the entire deposit of head cheese from under his hood, I
pulled off his cock and looked up into his eyes. They told me
everything. He was still in shock that I shared his perversion for piss but
a look of incredible love was there to let me know he now belonged to me.
I smiled up at him to let him know that I, too, was his forever.

"Well, did you like that?" I asked.

"That was incredible!" Brian answered. "I only wished we'd done it to each
other at the same time! I'd love to drink your piss while you drink mine!"

"Well, then next time we'll do that! You don't think this was a one-time
thing, did you?" I asked, grinning at him.

"I didn't know what to think, Tommy. I was just glad you didn't hate me for
wanting that from you." he replied.

"Bri, you can have anything you want from me! Anything." I swore.

"Tommy, do you mean that?" he asked looking deep into my eyes.

"You know it is, Bri!" I replied.

"And you can have anything you want of me." Brian said softly.  "Anything?"
I asked.

Brian hesitated, not knowing where I was going with this.

"Yes, anything." he finally replied.

I reached under his legs and pushed him back on the bed on his back and
bringing his ass to my face level.

"Then this is what I want, Bri! I want your fucking ripe ass!"

With that, I buried my face between his butt cheeks and breathed in the
ripe, musky smells of his ass. I reveled in the strong, dark male smell of
his butt. But simply smelling it wasn't enough! I wanted to taste this most
secret and intimate place on Bri's body.

My tongue licked a broad swath up his ass crack from the bottom of his
spine to the ridge of muscles between his balls and his ass. I felt the his
curly dark ass hairs brush against my tongue. I felt the soft, greasiness
of his hole as I passed over it. My lips locked around his hole and I
sucked on the pouty lips and pushed my tongue against his hole. Gradually I
felt his hole open and my tongue could finally push into his body. I was
lost in my feelings of lust and love for Brian when I finally began tasting
the inside of his body. There was no more intimate act that I had ever
shared with another person. I was filled with such intense emotion that it
was Brian I was sharing this with.

I looked up from between his legs and saw him staring back at me, his deep
green eyes so full of love and desire that I knew there was only one thing
left to seal this bond between us. We had to become one - I wanted, no - I
needed to fuck him.

I rose to my feet and stared down at Brian laying on my bed. He reached out
his arms and I climbed on top of him and buried my face in his neck,
licking and biting his skin, tasting the salty tang of his sweat. His arms
went around me and he stroked my back from my shoulders down to my ass
cheeks. I raised up and kissed him deeply, trying to make him understand
through it how much I loved and wanted him.

"Bri, I want to make love to you. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes, Tommy. I want you to. I want you to take me. But I've never done this
before and I'm afraid" he replied.

"I promise I won't hurt you, Bri! I don't want to hurt you, I want to love
you. Do you believe that?" I asked.

"Yes, I know. And I want you to love me as much as I love you, Tommy. And I
do trust you." he said smiling.

Brian reached up and kissed my gently on the lips. I opened my mouth and
our kiss deepened. I knew that I must have him now. I felt my cock pushing
against his hole but realized that I needed to lube him or I would end up
hurting him badly.

I got up from the bed and went to my night stand where I kept some lube
that I used sometimes when I jacked off. I went back to the foot of the bed
and Brian, knowing what I was doing, raised his legs again giving me access
to his ass. I took the cool gel and began to work it onto and into his
opening. I gently inserted one finger and was surprised at how easily it
went in. I looked up at Bri questioningly.

"I've been playing with my ass while I jack off" he explained.

I smiled and went back to making his ass ready. When I had finally worked
three fingers into his hole, I figured he was as open as I could make
him. I then heavily greased my own cock and stood to place my cock at the
entrance to his body. I leaned over him and pushed forward. I heard Brian
groan as the head of my cock slid into his butt and I felt his ass muscles
lock around it. I rested for a minute until I felt Brian's ass relax enough
for me to gently move forward another inch or two. Again, his muscles
tightened and I stopped.

"Just relax, Bri. I'm almost in. I promise this will feel good." I murmured
to him.

I felt him relax again and this time I decided to drive forward and get all
the way in. Brian moaned but I buried my cock all the way in his ass. As
soon as I felt my pubic hair crush against his ass, I also felt his ass
open completely to me. I knew that Brian was no longer in pain and I
quickly began to withdraw a short way and then drive my cock back into his
butt. I kept fucking him with short strokes until I felt his butt raising
up to meet my cock and drive it further into his body. I looked at Brian
and his head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and there was a look of
deep pleasure on his face. I felt a wave of pride sweep through me that I
was able to give him this kind of pleasure but I was also riding a wave of
such pleasure from the feelings his ass was giving my cock.

I pushed Brian further up on the bed and hooked his legs over my shoulders
while planting my hands on both sides of his shoulders. I began fucking him
with long, deep stroked and licking and biting his neck. His arms went
around me and he grabbed my ass, helping me to drive harder into him with
each stroke.

"Yes, Tommy! Fuck me! Fuck me really hard!!! Let me have all your beautiful
cock in my ass!  Make me yours!!!" he screamed.

I wanted this to last forever but I knew I couldn't. I felt the cum rising
from my balls. At the same time, Brian's ass tightened down on my cock and
without he or I touching it, his cock began to shoot quarts of cum between
our bodies. This was all it took. I drove my cock one last time as deep
into his ass as I could and let go of all my cum into his guts.

I don't know how many times I shot into his ass. I was lost to the feeling
of fucking Brian. But when I finally stopped and collapsed on top of him, I
could feel my cum seeping out from his ass around my cock.

We fucked the night away that night. We ate each other's ass and Brian
fucked me as well. We did get to drink each other's piss at the same time
and pissed on each other in the shower, completely wetting each other
down. We did so much that night that it was dawn before we both collapsed
naked in my bed, wrapped in each other's arms.

CHAPTER 2 - DAD'S COCKSUCKER

That was how my Dad found us the next day. He came into wake me and instead
found us wrapped in each other's arms. He would have had to be blind and
without the ability to smell to not know what had gone on between us that
night. My whole room smelled like a locker room that had held an orgy. The
smell of cum heavy in the air and all over our bodies.

Dad was smiling down at us when I woke. I didn't know what to say to him,
but he didn't seem at all bothered by the situation. I did notice that he
seemed to be looking over my body pretty good and I thought I saw his eyes
resting for quite a time on my cock, which was still half-hard.

"Hey, Tommy, it's time to get up, son. And I guess Brian is spending the
day here?" he asked.

"Ahh...no, Dad. He has to go to work today. We just were celebrating after
the meet last night.  We won." I explained, trying to make things seem as
normal as I could.

"Well, that's great son! Anyway, you two get up and I'll have breakfast
ready." He said, leaving the room and closing the door.

I woke Brian with a kiss and told him we had to get going or he was going
to be late to work. We agreed to meet later that night.

Well, that was a week ago and several times, during the week, I've caught
Dad looking at me with a funny look in his eyes. I wasn't quite sure, but I
could have sworn it was lust that I was seeing.

It confused me at first, but as the week wore on, I thought more about
it. I had always admired my Dad. I always wanted to be like him. But as I
grew up, there were different feelings that I couldn't explain to
myself. Feelings that I tried to ignore. But the fact was, I was very
attracted to my father. I didn't just want to be like him - I wanted to
have him. And if he wanted me, that was fine with me.

I had just gotten home from a baseball game. I was sweaty and my body gave
off a really ripe stench as I stripped down to my jock. The fumes from that
well worn piece of equipment was pungent all on its own as I hadn't
bothered (or wanted) to wash it for months. And I hadn't bothered to shower
in a few days, loving the rank smells that exuded from my body.


As I continued to smell the ripe odors that rose from my jock and my sweaty
body, my cock started to grow and I began stroking it. I stood there with
my cock in one hand, my head thrown back and my eyes closed and my other
hand pulling at one of my nipples. I didn't hear a sound.  Especially not
my Dad walk through the open door of my room and stand there, watching me
pleasuring myself.

Suddenly I heard his voice.

"That's it, boy! Play with that fucking hard cock! Get off, boy!" he
growled at me.

I opened my eyes with shock and there stood my Dad, his jeans down around
his knees and his big, sweaty cock in his hand stroking it. He had pulled
off his sweaty T-shirt and was pulling on one of his tits as well.

I stood there watching him, unable to move. He was so hot looking there was
only one response I could make. I sank to my knees in front of him and
moved my head forward so that I could drink in all the raunchy smells of
his sweaty crotch. Dad worked hard all day at the construction sites and he
had built up a nice load of masculine funk between his legs. The smell was
like heaven to me! I wanted to drink it all in until I became drunk on the
smells. But most of all, I wanted that big, fucking sweaty cock that he
held in his hand. I wanted to taste my Dad's cock and swallow his cum.

"You want it, boy? You want your Dad's cock?" he asked staring into my eyes
as I looked up at him.

I couldn't speak, but I nodded. He moved forward and brought his cock
closer to my lips. I reached out with my tongue and swiped at the pearl of
cock-snot that had formed on the tip. I then licked all over the head and
as he let go, I swallowed the fat fucker as far in my mouth as I could take
it and began to suck and lick on it.

"Oh, yeah, boy! Suck my fucking cock! Take your Dad's cock down your
fucking throat!" he moaned as he began to fuck my face while holding the
back of my head.

The stink of his crotch rose in my nose as I sucked his big cock and drove
me to take it deeper and deeper. I finally felt it go down my throat and my
nose was buried in my Dad's sweaty pubic bush. I could smell his sweat and
musk and dried piss. I was high on the manly smells of him and kept sucking
on his cock like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

I felt his cock begin to get even harder and his breathing became ragged. I
knew he was about to shoot his load. He was about to pour the same cum down
my throat that had made me. I was overwhelmed by my feelings. I loved my
Dad and, at the same time, I desired him as a man. I felt his cock begin to
spew cum deep into my throat and I pulled back so that I could taste his
seed.  At the same time, without touching myself, I began to shoot all over
his legs and feet as he continued to pour his cum into my mouth. I could
hardly keep up with his huge load, but I swallowed and swallowed and
managed not to lose a drop of the precious fluid.

As his cock began to soften in my mouth, I didn't let go. I continued to
suck and nurse on the head and shaft of his cock, not wanting to let go. I
wanted more. I wanted Dad's piss. But I didn't know how to ask for it. But
I think Dad was able to read my mind because he suddenly said to me.

"You keep doing that, boy, and you're going to get a lot of something you
hadn't bargained on!"  he said.

I looked up into his eyes with my cock still in his mouth. He could see the
yearning in my eyes. I wanted his hot piss! I needed his piss! And he knew
it.

"Ok, boy. I guess you do know what you want, huh? You want my hot manpiss
to wash down all that cum? Is that what you want, boy?" he growled, looking
me dead in the eyes.

All I could do was nod and then a groan escaped my throat, letting him know
how much I wanted his golden piss.

"So, you want to be Daddy's piss boy, hmm? Well, you're in luck. I stopped
off for a few beers with some of the boys and I got lots of hot piss for
you. You ready for it, boy?"

I groaned again to let him know how much I wanted it.

"Well, here it comes, boy!"

And with that, piss began to spew from his cock. I quickly began swallowing
to keep up with the flow. I've heard the saying about pissing like a race
horse, but I never figured I'd have my mouth on the cock when it happened!

"Yeah, that's it, boy! Drink Daddy's hot piss. Yeah! I like this! I think
I'll make you my full-time urinal! Yeah, you suck down that piss really
good, boy! Maybe I can put you down on one of the jobs and I won't have to
rent port-a-potties!" he growled as I continued to suck down his golden
piss.

The piss was hot and flavorful but not strong. I guess he had more than a
few beers with the boys after work. I felt so perverted kneeling there,
letting my Dad piss down my throat, but I was so turned on by it my cock
was still as hard as a rock having never softened.

Finally Dad's flow stopped and I licked the last of his piss from the head
of his cock and then let his cock drop from my mouth. I then buried my nose
back in his crotch and started sniffing and licking his large, hairy balls.

"Yeah, lick those fucking nuts, boy! Suck in all that crotch stink. You
like it, huh?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah! I love manstink, Dad! I can't get enough of it!" I admitted.

"Well, I know somewhere where you can find a lot of it, if you want." he
stated.

"In your sweaty, funky ass maybe?" I looked up grinning.

"Yeah! So you're an asslicker too?" he grinned back.

"You bet! I love sucking ripe butt!" I smirked.

Dad didn't say anything else. He just turned around and bent over,
spreading his hairy cheeks giving me a eye-level view of his hairy
crack. The ripeness of his butt hit me like a wall of bricks!  The smell
was overwhelming and I buried my face in his butt-trench, snorting in the
ripeness and funky smells. I moved my nose up and down his crack and
finally I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my tongue through is
butt-trench and began sucking on his greasy hole. I licked up all the funk
I could find and then began pushing my tongue into his hole. I couldn't
believe how easily my tongue pushed through the opening of his ass. It made
me think that there had been other things up this hole on a regular basis!
But before I could go much further with this line of thinking, the dark,
tart taste of the inside of his ass hit my tongue and I was wallowing and
rooting like a fucking pig in his hole.

"Yeah, boy! Eat that fucking hole! Suck out my fucking asshole! Shove your
tongue as far as it will go!" Dad moaned as I ate at his hole.

I knelt there sucking on his hole for at least 10 minutes. Then I leaned
back, sucked my finger to get it wet and shoved it all the way into his
ass! Dad moaned at the intrusion and began to wiggle his butt on my finger
as I played with his pleasure button. I soon added a second and a third
finger. His hole opened up easily to my plunging fingers.

I knew what my next move was. I wanted to shove my cock up that hole and
fuck my own father's ass! And it seemed that's exactly what Dad wanted as
well!

"Come on, boy! Give me something bigger up my butt! I need more than just
your fucking fingers!" Dad moaned.

I stood up and, taking my hard cock in my hand, spit on it and spread the
saliva over it for lube. I then skinned back my foreskin and, placing my
slimy cock-head at his hole, shoved my whole 8 inches straight up his butt
in one ass-busting shove!

Dad and I groaned together as my cock bottomed out in his man-hole. I could
feel his ass muscles begin milking my cock. I started pounding his asshole,
shoving my cock harder and faster up his hole. I held on his hips as I
banged his butt. I pounded is hole as hard as I could.

"Yeah, that's right, boy! FUCK THAT HOLE! POUND MY ASS! HARDER!!!" Dad
yelled.

I couldn't hold out. Just the thought of being up my Dad's ass and the
feelings that his ass muscles were giving me were driving me over the
brink. I shoved one last time, as hard as I could, and then shot my load as
deep in Dad's ass as I could.

I came so much, I could feel my load seeping out of his hole and dripping
down my balls. I collapsed on his back exhausted. But Dad wasn't done. He
knelt down and then rolled me off his back so that I ended up lying on my
back on the floor.

Dad looked down at me. He smiled while he played with his hard, dripping
stud-cock and I knew what he wanted. He wanted my butt now. Just the
thought of being fucked by my own Dad, the man who made me, the man I've
wanted all my life, started getting my cock hard again.

Dad knelt down and lifted my legs so that my knees pushed into my chest. He
got down and started sniffing at my ripe asshole, just as I'd done to
him. He then pushed his face into my butt- crack and began sucking on my
hole and forcing his tongue deep into my hole. I had only been fucked a
couple of times by Brian, so my hole was still pretty tight, but Dad
managed to work his tongue into my tight shit-chute and his tongue-fucking
started to drive me nuts!!

"Yeah, Daddy! Eat my hole! Eat my fucking ass, man! Get me ready! Fuck my
ass, Daddy!!!" I moaned as he sucked and licked at my hole.

He pulled his face from my butt and leered at me.

"That's just what I plan to do, boy! Daddy's going to fuck his boy! I can't
tell you how long I've wanted to fuck that cute jock ass of yours, boy! And
now I'm going to ream your boypussy until you can't walk!" he growled.

He went back to sucking on my hole and loading it with saliva. Then he
started to work a finger up my ass. It burned at first, but quickly began
to feel good as he moved it in and out, rubbing it against my joy
button. He continued to finger-fuck me, adding two more of his large
fingers until I had three moving in and out of my eager hole.

Finally, he took his fingers out of my butt, taking time to smell
them. Then he spit in his hand and began to lube his cock with the
saliva. He skinned back his foreskin and began to work the head, making his
cock-snot leak onto my eager hole. He rubbed his cock-head against my hole,
adding as much of his own lube to my ass as he could. Then he put his cock
at my hole and began to push slowly forward into my butt.

At first my hole resisted, so I pushed down like I was taking a dump and
felt his head pop through my opening. The size of his head was much bigger
than Brian's but as soon as he pushed forward and started moving up my fuck
tunnel, I could feel my body opening to accommodate the size of his
cock. He pushed on, never stopping until I could feel his pubic hair
tickling my hole and knew he was all the way up my ass. He then began to
fuck my ass, looking down at me and keeping eye contact with me throughout.

"You like having Daddy's cock up your butt, boy?" he grunted as he slammed
his cock up my butt.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!!! Shoot your hot load up my butt!
Fuck me like you fucked to make me! Shoot me full of your Daddy cum!" I
moaned, looking deep into his eyes.

As he fucked me, I never saw such love and lust in somebody's eyes except
for Brian when he fucked me or I fucked him. I knew that this was going to
be a fuck to remember for both Dad and me.

I begged him to fuck me hard, and that's what he was doing. He was pounding
my ass like a man possessed. But no matter how hard he drove his big cock
into my hole, it only felt better and better. I could feel my cum starting
to rise without even touching myself. I wanted to hold back and enjoy more
of Dad's fucking, but I didn't have any choice in the matter. Finally his
pounding my butt drove me over the edge and my cock began spraying cum all
over my face and chest.

The contractions in my ass did it for Dad, too. He made one more lunge into
my hole, burying his cock as far in it as he could and then I felt his cock
begin to twitch as he pumped his load into my willing hole. He groaned with
each shot and I could feel the cum leaking out of my ass as he filled my
hole with more cum than it could hold.

Finally Dad collapsed on top of me and began licking my cum from my face
and then kissed me deeply and sharing my cum with me. As he lay there, I
felt his cock finally soften and slip from my butt and more of his cum pour
out of my hole.

Dad took me into his arms and held me, gently kissing me all over my
face. I held him and kissed him back until he put his lips over mine and I
felt his tongue invade my mouth again. I sucked on his tongue and then
pushed mine into his mouth, tasting again my own cum and his mouth.  Dad
broke the kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time, Tommy." he said quietly.

"No longer than I've wanted you to do it, Dad." I promised him.

"Well, if you liked this, just wait until your Uncle Mike fucks your ass
for you!" he grinned.


End of Part One

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