Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2009 13:30:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Assman Like Dad

Disclaimer: All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction
based on some true recollections from my youth. If you don't like, don't
read it. If you do and it turns you on, tell me about it.



I couldn't figure out where they were. I had taken the Polaroid instant
camera my folks didn't use anymore after they said they didn't want it and
stashed it away in my private bathroom. For a horny teenage boy with no
ready access to porn, the Polaroid was my outlet for perversion. I would
stand in front of the mirror and take pictures of my cock, then bend over
and take some of my ass. I moved as close in as possible to capture my
hole, and took several shots when I got the angle right. I loved looking at
them because I was fascinated with my hole, and I loved to stare and
pictures of it while I rubbed my fingers around the edge of my sphincter
and brought them to my nose and lips so I could smell and taste my ass as I
jacked off. I wanted so badly to experience another guy's ass and have him
experience mine as well, but at least I was able to enjoy my own with the
help of the camera. Now, staring at my secret place at the back of the
bottom shelf that wasn't attached properly in my bathroom linen closet, I
frantically tried to find the camera and the dirty pics I had stashed
there. But it was pointless. They were gone, and for the next several days
I nervously went over every possible scenario for what might have happened,
who might have found them, and how much trouble I would be in.

But nothing happened, and I started to wonder if maybe my mom or someone
else had just thrown everything out without even looking at it. I was
relieved but curious and still a little apprehensive the day I checked one
more time, just to see if I had overlooked them, and stunned to find my
camera there where I had left it, the pics underneath. I quickly shoved
towels over everything until I could revisit them later that night when
everyone was asleep. A few hours later, in the gloom coming in from the
bathroom window, I checked again and there they were. I pulled them out,
trying to remember if I had done anything differently the last time I
stashed everything away, but couldn't account for it. Oh well, no use
worrying about it now. I had my pervy pics back and was aching to check out
my private parts again. As I cautiously turned on the bathroom light and
settled in, I froze. The pics were clearly not of me. In place of my smooth
hairless crack and hole, the pics in front of me were of a muscular, hairy
ass of a man at least twice my age if not older. I never thought it would
be possible to be both petrified and extremely turned on at the same time,
but I was. The difference of the hairy man ass in these pics with my own
was intriguing and exciting, and before I knew it I was jacking furiously
at the thought of being able to lick and worship the hairy hole in these
pics. After cumming, I cleaned up, replaced the pics and went to the
kitchen to get a glass of water, puzzling over what possible could have
happened with my secret stash.

I heard the TV as I approached the kitchen and when I went into the den I
saw my dad in his favorite chair watching it in the dark. "Come on in and
watch some TV if you want," he said without looking up. "Sure, I said, and
sat next to the chair on the couch. My mind wasn't focused on the TV or
much else other than what the hell was going on, so between that the dark
of the room it took me a few minutes to see the Polaroids on the coffee
table in front of the couch. For the second time that night I froze, but
even more petrified this time. There they were staring back at me, the pics
I had taken of my ass, obviously found by the man who sat impassively
staring at the TV instead of at me, and who I couldn't bring myself to look
at directly. After what seemed like an eternity he finally said, "Are those
yours?"

"Yes," I practically whispered, forgetting entirely what I had found in my
secret stash and thinking only of the trouble I was in.

He stood up, sat next to me while spreading out the pictures on the table,
and said, "they're nice." I stopped breathing--was my own father saying he
liked looking at dirty pictures of me? My mind was reeling from all the
events of the night and I couldn't quite grasp what was happening, but in
the dizziness and confusion, excitement was creeping in. Dad stood up,
removed the bathrobe he was wearing and threw it on the chair, then sat
back down next to me in his white briefs. For the first time I took a
really good look at his hairy, muscular athletic build, and knew instantly
that the pictures I had whacked off to earlier were of him. "Did you like
the ones I left for you," he asked? Before I could answer, he added,
"sounded like from what I heard in your bathroom just now, you did."

I stared at the wall trying desperately to get a hold of what was
happening. My own father liked looking at dirty pictures of his teenage
son, had taken some of his own hairy ass for his son to masturbate to, and
had spied on me while I whacked off imagining that beautiful hairy bunghole
in my face. I tried to say something but my throat was so dry I couldn't
speak. My father leaned in and pressed his lips against my ear and
breathed, "I'll show you the real thing if you want to," and I must have
managed to utter yes because the next thing I knew he stood up and removed
the briefs, exposing the hairy mounds of his backside. As he bent over to
pick up his briefs from the floor, his crack just inches from my face and
without even being conscious of what I was doing, I pressed my face between
his hairy cheeks and breathed in his musky smell. Dad cried out softly and
moaned, reaching around to grab the back of my head and press me further
into his ass. I was wild with lust working my tongue into his hot, hairy
bunghole, instinctively doing something I had never dared to fantasize
about but which now seemed to fulfill every secret perverted desire I had
ever had. After a few minutes he moved away, turned around and whispered,
"my turn." He undressed me, laid me on my stomach on the couch, and spread
my legs apart.

The sensation of his stubble against my smooth asscheeks, not to mention
his hot wet tongue probing my hole, drove me crazy as I squirmed deeply
into the couch. After a few moments of pleasuring me he was on top of my
back, pressing against me with his full weight so that I could barely
breathe and rubbing his throbbing cock against my slippery ass. His hot
breath hit my ear again. "I've been staring at those pictures ever since I
found them when I was going to fix the shelf. They turned me on so much,
knowing you were a pervert like me. I knew you would want to see pictures
of my hole too, didn't you?"

"Yes," I grunted, and he grabbed the side of hair and pulled my head up,
his breath heaving into my nostrils carrying the smell of my own
bunghole. "Say it again, baby, tell me how much you liked looking at
daddy's shithole."

"I liked looking at your shithole daddy," the words coming out of my mouth
making me hornier by the second. "Yeah, you're just like your dad, aren't
you--you're an assman. You love looking at a guy's hole and thinking of
putting your tongue in there, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," I said, quickly catching on how hot this was making dad. "I like
to rub my fingers on my hole and smell them," I confessed, making dad groan
and press down against me, wild with lust. "Did you like smelling daddy's
shithole?"

"Yes," I moaned. "Did you like licking daddy's shithole?"

"Oh yeah, I really liked that, dad." My father put his face against my back
to muffle the sound of his shout as his hard cock exploded between my
asscheeks, hosing my backside down with what seemed like gallons of hot
sticky cum. The sweat pouring off his body mingled with my own as we lay
there on the couch, my father gasping with post-coital pleasure and I
breathing deeply with pre-ejaculatory excitement.

I figured he would rise up and dress hurriedly, embarrassed by the sick and
twisted things we had just done. I could barely contain my surprise and
excitement when he rose up just little, whispered "let me clean this up for
you a little" in my ear, and I felt his tongue growing slick with semen as
he slowly ate the daddy sperm he had spread all over his own son's ass.