Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 12:25:03 -0800
From: Jerry & Eric <sandiego2sum@home.com>
Subject: Cleanin' Up Daddy (Incest/Authoritarian/Raunch)

This story is a FANTASY.  None of the characters or events are real.

If you are easily offended, or do not wish to read fetish material, stop now!


Cleanin' Up Daddy

I walk towards the door wondering if this will be the night.  In some ways
the anticipation was killing me, in others it made it even hotter.  I'd
given my boy some freedom, allowed him the opportunity to decide when
something would happen, something that he and I both enjoy.  He was taking
great pleasure in making me wait.  I'd better start at the beginning.

It always amazes me when my boy and I find something new to explore.  We've
been together awhile now, and we've tried every kink and fetish out there,
even made up a couple of our own.  When we found this one, both of us
agreed to take it to the max.  I've always liked the smell of a man.  Not
some queen with too much cologne and not enough body hair.  I mean the
smell of an unwashed man.  The funk that comes from his pits and crotch is
the best poppers in the world.  We both acknowledged a quick sniff wasn't
enough.  I wanted to be able to smell myself on his face.  It became a
contest to see who could push the farthest.  So when I told him that he
could eat my ass one night after work, get down there and slurp it out no
matter what was down there, I thought he was going to cum right then.

That was 5 days ago.  I thought for sure that he'd want it right away, so
the next day I didn't bother with a shower before work.  I pulled on a
crusty pair of white briefs, stained with the previous weeks sweat, piss,
cum and flavored with a nice stain where they rode up the crack of my hairy
butt.  After my usual stop in the john that morning, I knew that he was
going to have a treat.  We'd talked about limits, both agreeing that we
didn't want to get shit on, but everything up to that point was fair game.
That first day at work was hell.  I was convinced that everyone in the
office could smell the rich funk coming off my body.  When I took a leak at
lunch, just opening up my pants at the urinal sent a cloud of musk up my
nose.  While my dick's immediate reaction was to forget about peeing and
start to thicken, I was concerned about the co-worker taking a leak right
next to me.  He didn't seem to notice, and I shoved my half-hard dick back
in my pants.  When it finally calmed down, I felt the last couple squirts
of piss leak out and add to the yellow crust on my shorts. I almost ran
home then waited for him to make his move.  We hadn't placed any rules on
this one; he was on his own.  Nothing.  Ditto for the next 3 days.  Now it
was Thursday, and I still hadn't showered: at least not my crotch or pits.
I know he could smell me at night, sleeping with one arm over my head.
Hell, he'd probable been getting a good whiff while I was asleep.

So here there I was, almost convinced that he had forgotten.  And I had
found myself wandering if I should take a swipe at the hairs in my now
matted butt crack, just in case it was too much for him.  I knew how hard
it made me to swipe my finger down that hot, moist trench then rub the
juice under my nose where I could enjoy it for a while.  I decided to push
it.

The boy was home.  I walked in a put down my briefcase.  He came out of the
bedroom and I gave him a kiss and a pat on the butt.  After checking the
mail, I went to the bathroom to take a piss.  The boy followed my, asking
if I had to pee.  When I said yes, he asked if he could watch.  He had no
idea what I had in store for him, but the gleam in his eye told me he was
ready for anything.

"Tell you what boy," I said, turning to him.  "Get you ass into a pair of
your torn briefs and come on in.

He made record time changing.  In the meantime, I took the leather ball
stretcher from the drawer where I had placed it 5 days earlier.  I snapped
it around two of my fingers.  When he joined me, I was leaning with my back
to him, looking in the mirror.  I told him to sit on the counter.  I
stepped to the toilet and opened my fly.  I was trying not to give anything
away, but I was sure he could smell the stench of my moist dick.  He didn't
take his eyes off it.  I started to get hard, and then the urge to pee
became overwhelming.  I let a long stream hit the bowl.  The boy's hand
went to the swollen pouch of his briefs.

"Keep away from that boy!" I said.  He started and jerked his and away.  I
could see his already hard dick throb.  "Get down on your knees!"  He
complied, kneeling at arms length of me.  I started the flow again and let
my hand wander down into the flow.  I cupped my palm and then splashed the
accumulated piss on his face.  He loves piss, and I knew this would really
get him going, as well as distract him while I shoved my tube back in my
underwear, zipped up and flushed.  I left my belt undone, an invitation to
continue this game.

"Are we done kiddo?" I asked.  The affectionate remark seemed to catch him
off guard.  I wasn't going to instigate this; it was up to him.

"Actually Daddy...I.... uh.... well..." he stammered.  I didn't enjoy his
discomfort, but the prize would be sweeter if he earned it himself.  "You
said I could lick your butt whenever I wanted to, and I want to now!"
Relief flooded his face as the request came rushing out.

I grinned, cupped his chin and pulled him to his feet.  I could smell the
piss drying on his moustache as I leaned over to kiss him.  I shoved my
tongue in his mouth and he immediately began to suck on it.  I broke the
embrace when both of us were breathing hard and thrusting our crotches
against each other.

"You sure you're ready for this boy?  Once we start there's no stopping
until Daddy's clean.  No matter what!"  I emphasized.  He gave me a look
that indicated he was trying to figure out what I meant.  He had eaten my
ass hundreds of times, what could be different now?

"Yes Daddy!" he said.  I told him to go into the bedroom.  I needed to
change clothes.  I stepped out of my shoes and removed my socks.

"Now come over here and undress Daddy," I said.  He moved very close to me,
reaching for the buttons of my shirt with his hands.  I slapped them away.
"Mouth only for now son" I told him.  I was allowed to make some rules.

He got to the second button of my shirt when I noticed he was breathing
deeply.  His nose had caught the whiff of sweat coming through my t-shirt.
I encouraged him to continue and he got all the buttons undone.  Then he
moved behind me, nipping at my shoulders as he grabbed the shirt and pulled
it off with a toss of his head.  His nose sought the source of the
delicious scent but I halted that activity.

"Pants!" I said.  He knelt in front of me, his mouth working the button and
zipper of my pants.  A moan came from deep inside him when he saw the
stained shorts.  He was starting to realize that this wasn't just a day's
worth of funk.  Impatient, I pushed him away and removed my pants and
t-shirt, standing in front of him in my briefs.  I turned and headed back
to the bathroom.  I stood in front of the mirror, oblivious to the
perplexed look on his face.  I knew he was deciding how much of the lead I
was giving him.  I urged him on with a tug at my balls.  He came up next to
me, and nuzzled his face into my neck near my ear.

"Daddy, you smell like you need a bath.  Can I wash you?" he asked.

"Sure son" I replied.  "Where do you think you should start?"

Rather then answer me, he raised my right arm and positioned his nose about
a half-inch from the tangle of dark hair.  He inhaled, his eyes closed.  I
could smell the pit also, and it had the same effect on me.  He got right
to work, lick and biting my pit, rubbing his face through the damp curls.
When he had all the stink he could get from one, he moved to the other.

I was definitely getting off on this.  I knew that he was too.  I reached
down and slapped his big balls, snug in the pouch of his briefs.  He
jerked, and then moaned as I watched a wet mark appear where the head of
his dick appeared to be.

He moved in front of me, letting me sniff his face, the sharp tang of my
sweaty underarms making both my nose and my cock twitch.  He kissed me,
letting me taste myself on his tongue.

 "Damn, you smell great.  How long since you had a shower?"  He whispered
as he pulled off my mouth

"Five days boy!  I've been waiting for this!" I said, waiting for the
realization to hit.  The realization that if my pits were at an all time
high on the stink chart, dick and balls would be too; and then BOOM, the
light in his eyes as he thought of my ass.

He immediately dropped to his knees, his mouth at my balls.  He sniffed and
snorted, letting my low hangers dangle on his nose so he could get a whiff
of ass.  It was time for another Daddy intervention.

"I think you should wait on those.  How about something else instead?" I
asked.  He looked up and smiled.  "Get on the bed, on your back,
spread-eagle." I instructed.

I walked into the room, anticipation swelling my cock, my balls drawn up
tight.  I climbed on the bed.  He was a beautiful sight.  His hard boycock
pressing painfully on the stretched fabric of his briefs.  As I put a knee
on either side of his head, my balls dragged across his forehead.  I
pressed my hard dick down and let it slide along his hot mouth.  I could
feel his nose in my crack now.  This was it, the moment when he would
either really get off, or continue because he knew I wanted him to.  I
heard a loud intake of air, then silence for about 10 seconds.  I looked
down just as his dick throbbed out enough precum to lube the word.  A low,
animal groan came from underneath me as I felt him grab my thighs and push
me over.  Stunned, I landed on my belly.  Before I knew what was happening,
he had forced my legs apart and pulled my ass to his face.  On of his hands
traced the crack, a finger probing near the wrinkled hole.  When the finger
disappeared and I heard a satisfied sniff and moan I knew he was in heaven.
He reached around and rubbed his finger under and up into my nose, coating
it with the funk from my ass.  He leaned over my back; I could feel his
drooling cock travel up my spine.  His lips were on my ear.

"Fuck.  I love your ass Daddy!  And I see you've been working on the
seasoning!" he said, his voice heavy with lust.

Then his face was at my butt again, I felt his hands part my cheeks,
exposing the hairy cavern.  Then he crammed his whole face in my ass.  I
was getting worried about lack of oxygen when he finally came up for a
breath.  Then his tongue snaked out and started methodically cleaning the
hair that protected the tight pucker.  Ever closer, I could tell that he
was savoring this trip.  When he got to the slick skin, where I knew he
could taste 5 days of unwashed butt hole, I was moaning into the pillow,
thrusting my hairy ass back into his face.  He obliged, licking and sucking
every inch.  His tongue darted up my hole, and I felt my muscles relax to
allow him to swab the interior channel.

Finally convinced he had every drop, he backed off.  My hole twitched, and
I turned over, slapping him in the face with my hardon.  I got off the bed
and spun him around so his head hung off the side.  I stepped forward and
dropped my balls in to his mouth.  The ball stretcher came off my fingers
and I wrapped it quickly, using his mouth as a vise for my aching nuts.  I
snapped it closed and yanked my balls from his mouth, shoving my now rock
hard dick deep.  He gagged, and then adjusted his breathing.  He lunged for
more dick, his lips wrapped around the base of my hairy dick.  I knew he
was getting another crotch whiff.  I looked down at his crotch.  His dick
was as hard as I'd ever seen it, and I wasn't through yet.

"Hands and knees!" I ordered.  He quickly complied, presenting me with his
cloth-covered butt.  I pressed my face against the fabric smelling his own
blend of musk.  Ripping a hole in the seat with my teeth, I pushed my fat
tongue to the hole hiding at the bottom of the smelly hairs.  I thrust my
tongue inside him, making him wince.  Again and again, depositing my saliva
deep in his hole.

I stood and aimed my dick at this hole.  The cheeks of his beautiful rump
engulfed me, trying to pull farther in.

"Want Daddy to fuck your pretty ass boy?"  I asked, knowing that he wasn't
clean only adding to my arousal.

"Yes sir, but I..."

He never got to finish the sentence.  With one lunge I split his hole and
shoved my cock all the way in to his guts.  Involuntary muscle contractions
squeezed and massaged my meat.  I didn't move.  This was way too hot.  I
knew that I could cum.

After we both adjusted, I began long, slow strokes.  Several times I
allowed my dick to completely leave his ass.  I looked down at the messy
head of my dick, shoving it back into the welcoming hole.

It didn't take long.  I was pounding his butt now, about to shoot a huge
load.  There was one more thing to do though.  I pulled out and flipped him
on his back.  My dick was again lodged in his chute before he knew it was
gone.  I looked at this face, waves of ecstasy flowing over him.  He was
fisting his dick now, and I knew how to make him cum.

"Ready for my load boy?" I asked.

"Oh yes Daddy.  Fill my ass with your cum!" he implored, tightening his
sphincter.

Then, just as I felt the first shot leave my nuts and travel up the shaft
of my dick, I pulled out, climbed on top of him and shoved my spurting cock
in his mouth.  I held it so the head was the only part inside.  I didn't
want to shove it down his throat; I wanted him to taste this.

Whether it was my cum or the slimy, dirty cock he shot.  His entire body
went rigid and I felt blast after blast of hit boycum hit my back.

Falling on top of him, I probed his mouth with my tongue, looking for and
nasty bits left hiding.  The combination of cum, sweat, piss, and ass juice
was intoxicating.

As I lay down to let my breathing come back to normal, I wondered how long
it would take me to get smelly again.