Gay Erotic Stories

I guess I was about 12 when I first started noticing that all my jack off fantasies were about guys. I know now that this is not unusual. But I didn’t then. By the time I was 14, I pretty well figured out that I was probably not ever going to be as attracted to girls as I was to guys - if I was ever going to be attracted to girls at all, which I doubted.

Okay, so I was Gay. No big deal, right?

WRONG!

Very big deal when you’re in High School! It wasn’t like I was a wimp or a nerd or anything. I was good sized for my age. I was almost six feet tall and I weighed in at about 180. I had blonde hair and blue eyes. Since I wrestled and played football, I had a pretty pumped body for someone my age. I loved any sport where you got sweaty and had body contact with other sweaty males. But that’s all the body contact I was getting. I knew that some of my teammates were doing other things with each other, but I studiously avoided any circumstances under which I could end up having sex with any of them.

Why? Well, because I was ignorant enough and also scared enough in those days to think that everyone would immediately know that I was queer. I guess I thought it would pop out on my forehead like those Sprint Wireless commercials. There I’d be with “QUEER” in capital letters written across my face. I figured somehow the other guys would know that I wasn’t doing this because there were no girls available. I was doing it because I could care less if there were girls available.

And besides, something else happened about this time. I figured out that, as much as my Teammates’ bodies turned me on, it was nothing compared to the way the body of an adult male could turn me on--especially one adult male in particular! And that’s what really freaked me out. I had the “hots” for this one guy. He was 6' 4" tall with blond hair and the deepest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, beautiful muscular body with wide shoulders and a really packed chest covered with a nice mat of blond hair that led down in a trail across his rippling abs and reached down to become his thick pubic hair surrounding a cock that was 7 thick, uncut inches soft of man meat. His ass was a fucking work of art, high and bubbled with a soft dusting of blond hair which became thicker in his butt crack.

The guy was a construction worker, so his muscles were all natural. And because his work was very physical and outdoors, he sweated something fierce giving him an overwhelming aroma of male animal by the time the work day was over. And being the kind of guy who gets off on the smell of other guy’s bodies, this aroma - his scent - drove me fucking nuts! He wasn’t married. He had no girlfriends. Never really went out except sometimes on Friday nights with his other construction crew guys for a few beers. With all this, you’d think he might be more than willing to have a young butch stud like me swing on his cock or suck on his ass. But there was no fucking way I was going to approach him! You see, this fucking aromatic hunk was none other than my Dad, Mike Howard. My name is Matt. Matt Howard.

Yeah! Here I was a fucking 14 year old pervert - drooling over my own studly father! Sick, huh? Well, fuck you! If you saw my old man, you’d fucking fall to your knees and beg just for him to let you just smell the stink of his balls!

But I also figured if he ever found out that his only son was fucking pansy - much less had the hots for his own bod! - He’d kick my ass 12 different ways and then throw me out into the streets to fend for myself. And don’t think that doesn’t happen! I’ve already met guys on the street that it did happen to! Their own fucking parents, the people who are supposed to love them, fucking threw them out on the street because they were queer! Told them they never wanted to see or have anything to do with them ever again. And yet I thought wanting my Dad was sick! No! Throwing out your own kid like last week’s garbage - THAT’S fucking sick!!!

Anyway, it was about this same time that I started to notice I had developed another fascination. I loved watching guys piss. And the high school gym was the greatest place to enjoy this activity. The old gym, built over 30 years ago, didn’t have individual urinals. It had long trough urinals where as many as 8 - 10 guys at a time could stand, letting their strong yellow steams empty into the rushing water at the bottom of the trough--all those beautiful pissing cocks, long, short, thick, thin, cut and uncut. I was partial to uncut myself since my Dad was and he had fought my mother to make sure, when I was born that I remained natural as well.

I loved the mixture of piss, pre-cum and musk that developed into head-cheese under the hood of my cock. My foreskin was loose and hung down about an inch below my cock head. After a day’s working out in either wrestling or football, I could build up a real nice aroma coming from my groin - especially when I would skin back the foreskin and let the air hit all that cheese. The smell would fill my room and I would zone out on the scent. I loved to eat my own head-cheese and often fantasized about what Dad’s would taste like.

I also fantasized about what Dad’s head-cheese would taste like and what his piss would feel like. I knew what his piss looked like and smelled like already. With just us two guys in the house, we never bothered to close the bathroom door when we used it so I’d seen my Dad’s hard stream of piss and smelled the odor of it many times. It was nothing for Dad to come into the bathroom while I was showering and stand there and take a piss. I always wondered if he realized with the old frosted shower enclosure that I could see quite clearly his cock and his strong stream of piss. I just hoped he didn’t see how fucking hard my cock got when I would watch the yellow piss come shooting out of the hood of his foreskin that covered the head of his thick manmeat.

One morning, I woke up late with a piss-hard that wouldn’t go down. I’d fallen into bed exhausted from practice that day and hadn’t even had a chance to jack off like I always do before I fell dead asleep. I needed to piss really badly, but my cock just wouldn’t go down and I didn’t have the time to take matters in hand and whack off a load. So I climbed in the shower, after trying to get my cock to go down enough to piss (my cock wasn’t cooperating one damn bit!). I figured, ‘What the fuck!’ I’d pissed in the shower before. Maybe I could just piss and then my hardon would go down.

It took a little effort to get it started, but once I did, it was like someone broke the damn on the Colorado River! Piss flew out of the piss-hole of my cock and sent a fountain of golden yellow almost over my head. Now, my cock’s got a slight curve to the right in it, and this caused the piss to shoot so that most of it rained down right on me. It was a really intense feeling to feel myself getting covered with my own piss. As the stream abated, it hit my face and my mouth opened to catch some of my morning piss. It tasted really strong and funky but I loved it. As the stream eventually ended it flowed down my chest, over my abs and finally dribbled down into my pubes. But my cock never got soft because I was so turned on to my own piss play.

I turned on the shower, slicked up my body with soap and started pulling on my cock, sliding the skin up and down the thick shaft. I was so turned on from the smell of my own piss on my body and its taste in my mouth that I think I whacked out a load in under 30 seconds. The next thing I knew, my cum was shooting all over my abs and I quickly scooped it up with my hand and brought it to my mouth as well. I added the taste of my own jizz to the piss already in my mouth. It made a delicious morning drink!

From then on, I didn’t bother to wait for my cock to go down in the morning to piss. I just got in the shower and pissed all over myself, becoming more and more turned on to the taste of it. I started to wonder what other guy’s piss tasted like. Would it taste same? Would it be as strong? Of course the one I most wondered about was what my Dad’s piss would taste like.

I also, of course, discovered the wonderful smell of a raunchy, sweaty male ass from foraging in my own ass while I jacked off after practice one day. The fingers of the hand that wasn’t wrapped around my horny teen-age meat were stroking my balls when it began to stray down towards my butt. The next thing I know, I’m stroking my fucking greasy ass-crack and it’s feeling really good! I didn’t know my butt was that sensitive, but it sure started my cock leaking like a broken faucet. I decided that I should try to push my finger up my butt but thought that it might hurt dry, so I brought my fingers up to put some spit on them. I got them almost in my mouth, not particularly thinking about where they’d just been, when the smell of my own ass hit my nose like a sledgehammer! Fuck! Was that fucking raunchy! What a smell! And I loved it!!! I stuck my fingers to my nose, took a huge whiff of my ass-scent and blew my fucking load all over myself. I shot so hard, some of it went in my hair! You can bet, I was digging in my butt every time I jacked off from then on.

Anyway, my solitary perversions continued for a couple of more years until just after I turned 18. By now, I’d already topped 6' and but was still 4" short of my Dad. I was hitting 200 on the scale and had really packed on the muscle. And I was more and more frustrated at being a fucking virgin. My own fist was getting pretty boring. But I was still too afraid to do anything with any of my team mates and I was still scared of Dad finding out about where my interests really were. But that was going to change, very soon.

One Friday night, Dad didn’t come home at his usual time, so I figured that he’d gone to have a few beers with the crew. That was ok with me. It gave me plenty of time to have a nice, long jack off session to relieve the tension of the week. I was lying in my bed, not having showered after practice that afternoon, lost in the smell of my own funk. I could smell my ripe pits and the strong odor of unwashed cock that spread from my groin as I pulled my foreskin back and over my cock-head. My fingers had already been digging in my butt and I’d swiped them over the skin just under my nose, depositing some of that greasy ass raunch on my upper lip to enjoy while my fingers when back to digging in my fucking hole. I was now able to take at least three of my fingers in my hole and had even tried some inanimate objects like a couple of carrots and a candle. The feel of them up my ass were incredible, but I really wanted to feel a nice, hard live cock in my hole. But I had to do with my fingers for now.

I was so lost in my raunchy fantasies, mostly about licking my father’s ass, being covered with his piss and him fucking the shit out of me, that I didn’t notice that my live fantasy was standing at the open door to my room watching me pound my pud. Dad and his crew had gotten off early that day, so the drinking had started early as well. He was early getting home but had more than enough beer to make him horny as hell and to relieve him of a lot of his inhibitions.

Now, I should tell you something about my Dad and me. Dad had knocked up my mother when he was 17. She was a couple of years older than Dad. They hadn’t been in love or anything – just wanted to jump each other’s bones. But she got pregnant. My Dad, being the good and honorable guy that he is, didn’t want to see his child brought up without a father so he asked her to marry him. It was probably the one great mistake of his life. I think sometimes she married him just to get revenge for getting her pregnant and taking away all her fun.

The next three years of Dad’s life were sheer hell. I know, because I’ve heard it all from my Grandmother - my Dad’s mother. My mother ran around on him while he worked his tail off to put a roof over our heads. He had to drop out of school and didn’t get his GED until he was in his 20's. Dad was left to take care of me while she went out with her friends. He tells me that he didn’t mind. I was the only thing that mattered in his life. And he swears I was worth the hell she put him through. I sure hope so because I love him so much, I would hate to think that I caused him any pain or problems. That’s why I was so scared to tell him I was gay. I didn’t want to be a disappointment to him after all he’d been through for me.

My mother finally left when I was three. We don’t know where she is. Dad got some papers when I was 5 saying that she’d gotten a divorce in Mexico. There wasn’t even a mention of me in the papers. It was like I just didn’t even exist to her. Dad took the papers and went to court with my grandparent’s help and had himself declared my sole custodial parent. It basically ended any parental rights my mother might have had - like she would have cared!

So really, Dad has raised me all my life. He never dated again; he told me he wasn’t interested--that after my mother, he was through with women and their games. As far as he was concerned, he could buy pussy cheaper than marry it and he wasn’t interested in even paying for it. Our life was just really uncomplicated. We had each other and neither of us saw a reason for anybody else around.

So here was my stud of a father, only 33, leaning against my doorway with this leering, shit-eating grin on his face, watching me laying there naked as the day I was born, wailing away on my cock while he reached down and squeezed his hardon through his jeans. Those jeans were so sexy on him. They hung low on his hips and had tears at the knees. The fabric was worn almost white at the crotch, emphasizing his hard cock poking up from the leg. And by that point, that was about all he was wearing. He’d already taken off his t-shirt and work boots. His hairy chest and abs stood out in relief from the hall light which seemed to glitter in his blond chest hair. He stood there barefoot with nothing on but his jeans and his worn, dirty jock. I couldn’t see the jock, but I knew that’s what he always wore to work. He hadn’t showered and his funk was mixing with mine until my room smelled like a locker room that just had an orgy in it. The testosterone and man-smells that were building up in my small, warm room were enough to drive any guy nuts.

I looked over and saw him standing there. I stopped jacking off in mid-stroke. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t think he’d get angry at me for pounding my meat. But I didn’t understand that grin on his face which was as much a horny smirk as anything. He was staring at my cock while his hand continued to squeeze his own through his jeans.

“Nice piece of meat you got there, son.” he said, his voice husky. “Looks like you bred true. You’re going to be as big as me, maybe bigger.”

I didn’t know what to say. But I figured if he could admit to liking the look of my cock, I could return the compliment.

“Yeah, but I bet it’s not as big as yours yet. Not that I’ve ever seen yours hard, though.” I said, obviously eyeing the bulge in his jeans.

He smiled and casually reached down and popped the top button on his jeans. He grabbed the two sides of the material and pulled, popping the buttons down the fly. As he did, his bulging, raunchy jock strap appeared between the two sides of the material. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them and then walked over to my bed, standing next to it with his bulging jock-covered cock just inches from my face.

“Fuck, boy! It smells like a fucking locker-room in here! I guess neither of us bothered showering today. And it sure smells like you’ve let off a lot of cum-loads as well!” he said, grinning down at me.

“Well, you ain’t no bouquet of roses yourself!” I said, moving my face over so that I could get a really good whiff of his raunchy jock. I breathed in the male smell of his jock, the combined sweat, piss, and probably pre-cum that permanently permeated the now almost brownish colored mesh. He noticed what I was doing and jutted his groin towards me so that my nose was actually pushed into his jock up against his hard cock. I looked up when he did this and he smiled down at me.

“You like the smell of my raunchy jock, son? I ain’t washed it in a couple of months. There ought to be a lot of really ripe smells in there for you.” he said as he moved his hips around and ground his jock pouch into my face.

I moaned into his jock as my hand continued to stroke my meat up and down. I couldn’t resist letting my tongue slip out and I began to lick and taste the raunch stored in his pouch. It was still wet with his sweat from that day but was far saltier because of all the built up sweat over time. I could also taste the piss stains and what had to be pre-cum because it made clear wetness in the pouch.

“You really like that, Matt? You like licking and smelling you Dad’s fucking jock?” he asked.

He didn’t sound angry or disappointed in me. In fact, he sounded major turned on! It was as if he liked the fact that I was so into his body and it’s smells.

“Yes, Dad! I love your fucking ripe jock. The smell and taste of it make me so hard!” I said, stroking my cock even faster, hearing the slap of the skin as it covered and uncovered my dripping cock head.

“Yeah, boy! I guess you do. Why I bet you’d love to taste what’s inside that jock, wouldn’t you?” he said, still grinning at me as he watched me writhe on the bed while licking his jock pouch and pulling on my meat.

By this time, his jock was soaked with my saliva and I figured I’d showed him enough of my ‘pig’ self, that he had to know that I would do anything to get his cock in my mouth. “Yes! Oh, Yes! Dad! Please! Let me taste what you’ve got in your jock! Please!” I begged.

“You want my cock, boy? You want to suck on the cock that made you?” he asked, his blue eyes piercing mine.

“Oh, God! Dad! Yes! Let me suck your cock. Let me suck the cock that made me!” I continued to beg.

I had to stop jacking off, however. The idea of actually sucking the cock that made me almost pushed me completely over the edge. Now I knew, no matter what it cost me - even if he threw me out on the street later, I had to have his cock in my mouth. I had to have the cock that made me fucking my face. And maybe, if I did it right, get to eat the cum of the man who helped create me.

“And that’s just what I’m going to let you do, boy. But you’ve got to wait a minute. I’ve had too fucking many beers and I gotta piss like a race horse first.” he said, starting to move his jock-covered cock away from my mouth.

“No!!!” I screamed, and he stopped and looked down at me.

“Don’t go. I want your piss! Please, Dad! Let me drink it for you!” I’ll never know where I got the courage to say it, maybe it was just desperation, but there it was. I’d said it. He looked at me strangely for a few moments and then that horny grin returned to his face.

“Well, boy! You are full of surprises, aren’t you? So you are a piss-pig, too. You think you can take this man’s load of piss, boy? You think you can drink all your Daddy’s piss without spilling a drop? You spill any and I’m going to beat your fucking ass until it’s red, boy!” Dad said. The words were threatening but he had that horny smirk on his face the whole time he said it.

“I promise, Dad. I won’t spill a drop. But if you want to lay into my ass anyway, I won’t mind.” I said, staring into his face, a horny grin on my face.

“Well, damn, boy! You are just too kinky for words, aren’t you. You been keeping all this from your old man, haven’t you? Who you been practicing with?” he asked.

“Nobody. I’ve never had sex with anybody before. Just with myself. I’ve drunk my own piss plenty of times, almost every morning. I know I can handle you. Please, let me have your piss.” I begged again.

Without saying another word, Dad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jock and pulled it down so that it cleared his cock and balls. His cock stuck out straight ahead, pointing itself towards my mouth. I opened my mouth and gently bought my tongue up to the underside of his massive organ, laying the head of his cock on my tongue. I looked up into his blue eyes and waited for his piss to start.

He reached down, a soft, almost loving look in his eyes, and put his hand on the back of my head and shoved his cock a little deeper in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and suddenly felt the gush of piss spray from his cock. My mouth rapidly filled as I savored the flavor of his piss. It was so mild, it was little more than warm water with very little taste. But the idea that it was my Dad’s piss made it so exciting. I began rapidly gulping down the flow of his piss. Dad hadn’t lied. He must have drunk a lot of beer at the bar because his flow went on for a long time. He just stood there, stroking my hair while I continued to drink down every last drop of his piss.

“Yeah, that’s it, son. Drink Dad’s piss. Yeah, boy, be Daddy’s urinal. Be my piss-boy. You like that, son? You like Daddy’s piss?” he asked.

I nodded, moaning as I continued to swallow his golden offering.

“Yeah, well Daddy’s got a lot for you. Daddy’s going to save you his piss every day so your can enjoy it. Would you like that, son?” he said as he continued to stroke my hair and piss in my mouth.

I nodded vigorously and moaned my answer. God! Getting to drink Dad’s piss every day! What a fucking rush! The thought was mind-boggling. To have this warmth flowing in me direct from my Dad’s body to mine! That I wanted more than anything.

Finally, his piss slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. I kept his cock in my mouth and began to lick the musk and sweat off it. I sucked more and more of his cock into my mouth and felt it growing harder and thicker. I loved the taste of him, all of his masculine funk. I sucked him deeper into my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged and then I felt my throat muscles relax and his cock slide down it. My nose buried itself in his sweaty, ripe pubic hair. The smell of his crotch was overwhelming. I loved it from the moment the ripeness of it hit my senses.

As I continued to suck on my Dad’s cock, I heard him moan deeply and felt a thrill go through my body knowing that I was able to give him pleasure. I never knew that giving good feelings to a guy could make you feel good, too! I hungrily sucked at his cock, tasting his cock-snot begin to coat the inside of my mouth. His was just like mine, only stronger in flavor and greater in quantity than mine.

I figured I would continue until my Dad shot his load in my mouth, but he had other ideas. After a few minutes, he pulled me gently off his hard cock. I moaned my disappointment as he did so.

“Hold on, son! You can have it back later. I think there’s some more things you want to smell and taste and I don’t want to cum just yet. Okay?” he said, a horny grin on his face.

“I’m sorry.” I said, hanging my head.

“What are you sorry about? You were doing great! I’m having a hard time believing you’re this good at it and you’ve never done it before. You must have some natural born talent for it.” He said, giving me a look like he was proud of me and ruffling my hair with his hand.

“Aren’t you ashamed of me?” I asked, afraid of his answer.

“Ashamed of you? For what? That you like man-sex? Matt, there’s nothing wrong with that – no matter what anybody tells you! You don’t judge a man by how he likes to get his rocks off! You judge a man by what’s inside him - his honesty, his integrity and how he respects himself!” my Dad told me, lifting my head up so he could look directly into my eyes.

Then he leaned over and put his arms around me. He brought his face closer and gently put his lips on mine. I felt his tongue licking at my lower lip, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and it was quickly filled with his tongue. I knew he could taste his piss and raunch in my mouth, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he seemed to like it because we were soon moaning into each other’s mouths. I moved my hands to his chest, running them through the dense forest of hair there until I could find his nipples. They were like little rubber erasers and I gently pulled on them. Each time I did, it caused another moan to escape from deep inside Dad and his nipples became hard as small pebbles. He broke the kiss and pulled away from me. He looked down at me, straight into my eyes.

“Are you really ok with this, Matt? I mean, I am still your Dad and all. If you want to stop, if this is going to bother you, we don’t have to go any further. I don’t ever want to do anything to hurt you.” he said, his voice turning serious.

“Dad, I’ve jacked off every night for the last two years thinking about you. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever believe that this could actually happen. I was just so afraid to ever let you know how I felt. I figured you’d hate me and probably throw me out on the street if you ever found out how I felt about you.” I said, still afraid to look in his eyes.

“Look at me, Matt!” a sternness and anger in his voice. I looked up. “Where in the fuck did you ever get the idea that I could ever hate you or ever throw you out on the street!?” his voice showed his anger barely in check.

I was really scared now. My voice almost broke, “I met a kid, about a month ago. He was my age. That’s exactly what had happened to him. His parents found out that he liked other guys and they threw him out on the street, told him never to come back. They told him that they never wanted anything to do with him again. And he was still 17 when they did it!” I couldn’t help it, my voice broke and I started crying – tears falling down my face as I looked at him.

I saw the anger leave his face and the shock of what I told him replace it. He didn’t say a word, just grabbed me in his arms and held me very tight. I buried my face against his chest until I could get myself under control. I could feel him resting his chin on my head and then he leaned down and kissed the hair on the top of my head.

“I’m sorry, Matt. Those fucking people need their fucking asses kicked! Nobody should ever do that to anyone - much less their own son! I’m sorry that you lived with that fear of me. I had hoped that you wouldn’t think I could ever be that way, but I understand how you would.” He said softly. And then he pulled me back from his chest and looked into my face. “You know now that I would never do that to you. There is nothing you can do that would ever make me stop loving you. I might not like what you do, I might not even like who you are - but I can never stop loving my own son! Why, you’ve been my whole life, boy, ever since you were born; that no good slut who had you never wanted anything to do with you, I’m the one who fed you, changed your fucking diapers, held you in my arms all night when you were sick and couldn’t sleep. You’re more to me, Matt, than anything else in this world.”

“And you have no idea how much I love you, Dad!” I swore to him.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. The way you were sucking my cock before gave me some idea!” he laughed, his horny grin returning.

God! I loved this man! That grin of his could light up my world. And it was certainly making my cock hard again. I looked down and I could see the stiffness returning to his as well. I leaned down and sucked the head of it back into my mouth. It got instantly hard and started leaking cock-snot into my eager mouth again.

Dad shoved forward, burying his cock in my sucking throat and held onto my head with both his hands, holding my face buried in his raunchy crotch. The scent of male rut rising from his groin was overwhelming. I own cock was dripping as I reveled in the masculine scent. Then Dad grabbed my head and pulled it back off his cock. He tilted his hips forward and brought his balls to my nose and shoved my head back into them.

“Yeah, smell my nuts, boy. I know you like that smell. I can see your cock dripping juice and throbbing you love it so much. Lick my fucking balls, boy. Taste Daddy’s balls.” he said, his voice husky with lust.

I did as I was told to do. My tongue began to wash his sweaty, ripe balls. If I thought the smell was delicious - the taste just about drove me out of my mind! Salty with a tang that could only be the essence of my Dad. Of course, they were moist with the sweat that had come from working hard all day. The hair tickled my tongue as I laved his balls and the creases between them and his legs - where I also found delicious hidden tastes. I licked all over them, finally trying to get under and behind them.

Dad figured out what I was after. I wanted to go farther. I wanted to reach the most intimate part of his body. And he seemed more than willing to let me. He climbed up on the bed and knelt over me on one knee. This brought his balls and his ass within view at the same time and slightly spread his butt. I began to get whiffs of the scent of his ass as I lay there looking up into the furry trench. He kind of leaned back and brought his ass within a few inches of my nose.

“Is that what you wanted, boy? You want to sniff your Daddy’s ass? Well, there it is, son! Take a deep whiff!” he growled at me.

I raised my head slightly and buried my nose in his ripe, sweaty ass. The smell was overwhelming. Dark and strong--stronger than crotch or balls! As strong and dark as my own when I would run my fingers through my own ass-crack to sniff while I jacked off. I moved my nose through his furry trench, being tickled by the hairs there, until I reached his wrinkly, dark pucker. I put my nose right to his hole and snorted a deep breath of his pure ass scent.

“Fuck, yeah! That’s it boy! Smell my hole! Suck in all that ass stink! You like that, boy?” he asked, his voice husky from his sexual heat.

“Oh, yes, Dad! I love it! Your ass is so raunchy and ripe! I love the smell of your butt!” I swore from between his legs.

“Now stick your tongue out and lick out my hole, boy! Clean out my stinking ass with your tongue!” he ordered.

I complied. I began dragging my tongue through his ass-trench tasting the tangy flavor of his butt. I licked at the ass-hairs, tasting the dark flavor of his sweat and musk. Moving further, I finally reached his soft, greasy ass-lips and began licking the musk, cheese and ass juices that were deposited there. The taste was stronger as was the smell. I was in pig heaven, snorting and rooting in my Dad’s ass!

I licked all around his hole and then locked my lips to the edges of it while I sucked on his hole. He groaned at that and continued making rutting noises as I sucked at his butt-hole and speared my tongue through the opening and began to lick out the inside of my Dad’s ass. The tastes there were the strongest of all--dark and tangy. The idea that I actually had my tongue inside my Dad’s asshole caused my body to shudder with desire and my cock to cough out a large amount of my own cock-snot.

Dad saw my cock react and he reached down and took some of my cock-snot in his fingers and brought them to his mouth.

“Mmm! Boy-juice! Tastes so fucking good!” he said to himself.

His hand went back down to my abs and he gathered more of the juice my cock was pumping out. He pulled my hand off my cock and replaced it with his own. The slickness of my juice on his hand felt so good as he slowly began to jack me off. His hand was rough from all the years of working construction, but his touch was really gentle. His hand glided up and down my cock making me get closer and closer to orgasm.

At the same time, I continued to suck on his manhole. I was able to work more and more of my tongue inside Dad’s shitter that I actually had my whole tongue up inside, scraping at the inside walls of his ass. I was lost in the tastes and smells there. My whole consciousness focused on his hole. And it kept opening wider and wider as it relaxed. Evidently, Dad had a lot more experience at ass play than I ever thought.

I was getting really close to cumming but, again, Dad had other ideas. He rose up off my face and walked around to the foot of my bed. He knelt on the bed and grabbed my legs in his strong hands. He lifted my legs and pushed them back until my knees were almost resting on my chest. This brought my cock, balls and ass to within his view - especially my ass. The way Dad had my legs spread, my hairless crack and pink hole were completely open to his view.

Dad leaned down and started sniffing my balls. I could hear the deep breaths he was taking and could hear his moans as he breathed in my scent. I was shocked! Could it be that my construction worker father was as into man-smells and man sex as I was? While this thought would have been completely ridiculous to me just an hour ago, it seemed now that it was not only possible but true! I became completely convinced when his tongue whipped out and began laving my raunchy, sweaty ball-sack. I nearly came just from the incredible feeling of his tongue. No one in my whole life had ever licked any part of me--and to have my own studly father now licking one of the most sensitive parts of my body, brought me almost to the edge of losing my load.

But Dad didn’t stop there! He kept moving down until his nose was buried in my raunchy, sweaty jock butt. I could feel his nose pressed right up against my hungry hole, taking deep whiffs of my butt. Then I felt his tongue, licking from the bottom of my ass-trench to the top, pausing only to circle my quivering hole. He did this several times, moaning loudly as he did. Then he locked his lips to my rosy pucker and began to suck on my butt, just as I had sucked on his. I pushed down, like I was taking a dump, to relax my hole and allow his tongue, which was pushing against it, to enter. I felt my Dad’s tongue go up inside my butt-hole and I began moaning like a slut in heat!

“Yeah! Dad! Eat my butt! Suck my fucking ass!!! Don’t stop! Gimme that tongue, all the way up my butt!” I babbled, completely overwhelmed by the wonderful feelings in my ass.

My Dad looked up at me from between my legs. I could see his eyes twinkling as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of my hungry hole. I could feel him packing spit up my butt and I knew what he was after. He wanted to bury that beautiful, unwashed, uncut bone of his up my hole. And my desire for him to do it outdid his! I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. Nothing would satisfy the itch he’s started up in my bowels but his hard driving cock in my chute.

When he’d lubed me to his satisfaction, he rose back up on his knees and told me to grab my legs and keep them held back. I willingly complied while he began sucking on his fingers and putting them, one by one, up my hole. When he had two fingers shoved all the way in my hole, he started feeling around inside of me until he grazed something with his fingers. I now know it was my prostate, but at the time, all I could do was moan in horniness as my own cock shot out another load of pre-cum onto my abs. Dad grinned down at me at my reaction.

“Like that, huh, boy? Hit your joy button just right, didn’t I. Yeah, you’re going to love having Dad’s cock stroking over that. I bet you cum without even having to touch yourself!” he said, a gleam of pride in his eyes.

He finally added a third finger and worked them in and out of my ass until I was really loose. Then he gathered up some of the cock-snot on my abs and coated the outside of my butt-hole with the viscous fluid. He also brought his own cock to my hole and milked some of his onto the hole as well. Then he skinned back his foreskin and put the head of his cock against my hole. “Push out, boy, like you’re taking a dump. It will make things easier.” he advised.

I did as he said and pushed down. Suddenly I felt his cockhead shove through my hole and into the inner recesses of my ass. When I looked down, almost half of his ten inch cock was buried in my butt! He stopped to let me get used to it. I expected there would be some pain, but there was only a feeling of fullness - like I had to take a big dump. I guess all my own playing with my raunchy ass as well as Dad’s sucking and fingering of it, had done the trick. I moaned in wanton sluttishness when he slowly shoved the rest of his thick cock into my hole. He bottomed out in me and his sighs mixed with my horny moans. He looked down at his cock, buried in my hole and then looked me right in the eyes.

“You’ve got one hot, tight ass there, boy! This is going to be a great fuck!” he said with a sexy grin on his face.

I lay back and grabbed hold of my nipples and began pulling on them. This caused my ass to tighten in spasms around my Dad’s cock while I wiggled my hips, just a little, to let him know how much I loved having his cock buried deep in my butt. Feeling this, he realized that I was feeling no pain and was ready to take all the fucking he could give. He pulled back a few inches. I moaned at losing even those few inches of his magnificent cock. I moaned out my loss and heard my Dad chuckle to himself.

“Don’t fret yourself, boy! It’s not going anywhere. Trust me, I could keep my cock in this tight hole all night long!” he said.

“I wish you would!” I replied breathlessly. “It feels so fucking good up my ass! Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me really hard! Fuck my ass! Please!!!”

Taking me at my word, I felt his hips snap forward and his cock was once again buried to the hilt in my butt. I moaned at the vibrations it sent through that sensitive part of my ass my Dad had called my “joy button”. Within a few minutes, he was humping my ass good!!! He was pulling out until only the head was left in my hole and then slammed the entire length of his cock back into my boy-hole until he again bottomed out in my hole.

He pounded my butt with his cock. I could hear the slapping noise of his hips hitting my ass cheeks with each hard-driving pump. I was on the verge of cumming from his cock stroking my prostate when suddenly he stopped. Just stopped dead! With is cock buried all the way up my butt!

I looked at him to see what was wrong. He knelt there, his cock buried in my ass and his head thrown back with his eyes closed. I couldn’t begin to guess what he was doing until I heard him moan and an additional feeling of warmth and fullness flooded my bowels. My Dad was PISSING in my ASS!!!

I couldn’t believe it! It was the nastiest thing I’d ever experienced. It was beyond the scope of my imagination. I never thought of some guy actually PISSING IN MY BUTT!!! Dad finally looked down at me while his cock continued to drown my butt-hole.

“Pissing in your ass, boy! You make a great urinal! Love to fuck in an ass filled with hot piss!” Dad explained.

And saying so, he began to fuck me again. His cock brought small amounts of piss from deep inside my body each time he would pull out. It would drip down and onto my balls until it rolled down onto my abs because Dad had my asshole pulled so high to allow him to get the right angle to fuck me. Some spilled on the bed, but I could have cared less at that moment. My Dad was fucking me; he was fucking me in his own piss! I nearly lost it, just from the thought of it!

Dad, too, was very close. I could hear his moans become louder and closer together. Finally he screamed out that he was going to cum. He buried his cock in my ass one last time and I could feel the twitching of his cock against my asshole, as he delivered what I felt to be at least 10 squirts of his hot manjuice in my ass.

His cock spewing in my ass set off my own orgasm and I shot so hard I hit my face and upper chest with most of my load. And, as Dad had predicted, I didn’t have to touch my cock at all for it to cum.

As we both calmed down and regained our breath, both our cocks remained hard. Dad’s in my ass and mine, pawing the air above my abs. Dad reached down and scooped up some of my cum from my chest and brought it to his mouth. He sucked down all my cum, obviously relishing the flavor.

“Mmm! Fresh boy-cream! Delicious!!!” My Dad said, smacking his lips and winking down at me.

“Dad, that was AWESOME!” I swore. “You are one GREAT FUCKER!”

“Thank you, son! I have never had any complaints!” he grinned at me.

“But, ah..., Dad? What are we going to do about all of your piss in my ass?” I said, worried about my bed.

“Don’t you worry about that, son. I have just the thing for that!” And saying that, he reached down and grabbed me under the legs and lifted me up until I was in his arms, his cock still buried in my butt. I grabbed him around the neck with my arms and he carried me off the bed, out of the bedroom, down the hall and straight into the shower. There he lowered us until he was lying on the floor of the large shower stall and I was sitting on his cock.

“Okay now son. Just raise yourself up and I want you to drench my body with all my piss that’s up your ass.” He grinned at me.

I put my feet on the floor of the shower and rose up slowly so that I was in a crouch over his groin. Suddenly his cock popped from my butt and I could feel all the liquid - piss, cum and ass juice - begin to pour from my ass. Dad moaned as all the hot piss from my ass began splattering all over his body.

“That’s it son! Give Daddy his piss back! Yeah! Fuck! That feels so hot!” he moaned.

It felt really good to me, but when it was over, my butt felt really empty. Spotting his cock still hard, I quickly sat right back down on it and began bouncing up and down. My Dad moaned but his cock stayed rigid up my butt. It was only a few minutes and we were both blowing a second load - him up my butt and me across his muscular, hairy chest.

We showered together, just rinsing off the cum and piss from our bodies. Neither of us was interested in losing the strong, raunchy scent that we had built naturally. Instead of sending me back to my room to bed, Dad took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He pulled me down into his arms on the large, king-sized bed and there I slept, safe in the arms of my Dad. A whole new Dad than the one I had woken up with that morning, but one that seemed to want me as much as I wanted him!

The End of Part 1 of “Construction Worker’s Son”.

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