Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 17:14:31 -0800
From: Carl Horn
Subject: Father and Son Smells

     One evening Jim's Dad and Jim both came home from a football workout,
not showering at school. Jim's Dad was football coach there.  Jim went into
the bathroom, stripped and threw his jock strap onto a chair.  His Dad
stripped in his room, and appeared naked in Jim's room.  The bathroom and
shower were next to Jim's room.

     "What do you say we shower together," his Dad said. "There's a water
shortage."

     Jim was somewhat surprised at this sudden announcement, but laughed
and agreed. "Sure, Dad," he said. Jim looked at his Dad's terrific,
muscular body, and at his father's big eight-inch uncircumcised dick. There
was just the faint smell of cock wafting in the air from his Dad's
perspiring crotch. It was coming from his Dad, Jim realized and somehow,
despite himself, memories of that smell from sometime in the past invaded
him. Where? When? But Jim didn't mind. Jim really loved and admired his
Dad. His Dad's smell was apart of that admiration. . His Dad's uncut dick
was also a rarity. He knew that was another reason, besides admiring his
Dad's terrific body, that the guys were always taking quick glances at his
Dad as he showered with them. All the guys he knew were cut, including
himself.  The only thing was that the guys sort of gawked when his Dad
began to wash his dick, slowly pulling back the foreskin and easing out a
huge pick head. He always seemed to turn just a bit in the shower. Was his
Dad deliberately showing that process to the other guys? Jim didn't know
whether he was a bit embarrassed by that or just curious himself and maybe
a bit proud that is was his Dad with such a dick.

     His Dad saw Jim looking at his cock. "You mind the smell?" he said.

     "Hell no, Dad. Mine can get pretty strong, too."

     "No problem. That's what a man's smell is. Your mom didn't like it,
though. I can tell you. She made me wash it before sex."

     "It's none of my business and Mom's dead, but I sense mom didn't give
out much."

     "Hardly ever. I had to jack when I got horny."

     "Well, I know how that is!" Jim laughed lightly. "I jack almost every
day."

     "You and Betty.?" His Dad left the thought dangling in the air.

     "Well.You know how she is.Pretty .What? Conservative?"

     "I'm going to take that as an "almost never."

      Jim just smiled.

      "As for your jacking off, it was the same with me at your age.What
are you now? Eighteen? Your cock smell is pretty much around the bathroom
and in your room most of the time."

      "Sorry about that," Jim said apologetically

      "Fuck, Jim, What's a young cock for, especially a big one like you've
got, hanging down there with terrific balls and a ripped body.

      "Thanks for the endorsement," Jim gave a little laugh. "Yours is
whopper, too, Dad. Nice hanging balls and you're sure ripped, too. All the
guys really give furtive, admiring looks at your body when you're showering
with us. It's pretty cool that you shower with us. I don't know, but I
don't think many other coaches do."

      "Like to get out of the coach role. Be one of you.Cock, balls and
all!" And his father laughed lightly

     Jim smiled somewhat puzzled at that remark.

     "How thick would that dick of yours be? I suppose you've measured it
around. I did mine at your age."

     "Dad!" Jim exclaimed. "You want to know that?

     "Yeah," was all his father said and looked steadily at his son.

     "Well, Fuck, Yeah. I've measured it. It's more than three inches, if
you want to know."

     "About the same as mine, Jim" His father said lightly.

     "Well, Dad. If you want to compare cocks like one of the guys, yours
is a great cock. All the guys say that.'

     "Don't tell me you measure each other's dicks?" His father said with a
slight laugh.

     "Dad!" Jim exclaimed again. "No! Of course not! Well.except." And Jim
broke off abruptly.

      "So.You've measured somebody's dick.'

      "Well." Jim looked sheepishly at his father. "Jack Wilson and I . A
couple of years ago. We sort of played around. You know how curious guys
are at that age.about size and.. It's something you just want to forget,
but. Jim's voice trailed off.

      "But you can't forget it, right! Jacking off together, with Jack
right? And maybe more.like sucking? That's what you can't forget, right."

      Jim flushed. "Dad. Stop!" A faint wail appeared in Jim's voice.

     "Look. Jim.  I'm going to come right out and say it. I'm gay. I've
sucked and fucked in my day. I fought all that back for your mother's
sake. I wanted to change. I thought I could. But I know now you just
can't. In short, Jim, I'm still very much gay."

     Jim uttered a half groan. "Dad. Are you trying to say, then, that I am
gay? I'm not gay!

I love Betty.It's just that ."

     "Jim. I didn't mean that. Where did you get that idea?" His Dad gave
himself a bemused smile, as though he had guessed something he had often
wondered about his son. But.Never mind. The "But's" and the "It's just
that's" will take care themselves. Jim. I love you.and damned in more ways
than one." His Dad decided to come right out with it.

      "I love you, too, Dad," Jim said with a catch in his voice. "The guys
admire you so much . you taking a shower with us .I feel proud when I see
them glancing at you and at your.Oh, Fuck!  Shit! Dad. Yes. I'm proud of
your great, big uncut dick! And, Yes! Damn it!  Sometimes I wish I could
..feel it..just to show them that .that."

      ".that it belongs to you."  His father said slowly. "Jim, it does
belong to you, whenever you want it."

      "Fuck!" was all Jim's father heard his son say in a low, submissive
voice.

      "Look. Jim. I want you to step back and spread your legs apart so I
can just look at you. I want to admire that terrific body of yours and your
cock and those balls. Spread your legs and just let it hang, so that I can
see your balls, too?"

      "Dad. I'm not gay," Jim repeated in a half whisper, as though it were
necessary to say that, but he gave his father a peculiar look and stepped
back. His father nodded in agreement of something he knew was going to
happen as Jim spread his legs and assumed a macho pose so that his cock and
balls were clearly visible between his powerful legs. Jim flexed his quite
large biceps. "How's this?"

       His Dad nodded slightly to himself again. He was glad there was not
sarcasm in Jim's voice. "Great! Oh, Fuck, Jim. What a beautiful body! A
woman's face can be beautiful . and your mother's certainly was . and she
had a voluptuous body, but a man's body, taut, muscular and vibrating with
energy is what power is, beautiful power and totally seductive, and it
doesn't have to depend upon a face for its beauty. You've got it, plus a
handsome face."

      "Dad.I don't think that most guys think that way. It's just that."
Jim faltered

      "You can't tell me that when guys watch boxers, football players.I
don't care who. there's not something of envy, a deep, down, subterranean
desire to somehow get that body.feel it."

      "Oh.No." Jim gave a deep sigh, almost of desperation.

      "Ok. Never mind that, then. "I see your jock strap over there."

      Jim watched as his father quickly walked to the chair, picked up his
jock strap and put it to his face, as his eyes above the strap never left
Jim's body.

     "Dad!" Jim exclaimed. "Don't. Put it down! I don't want you to. He
stopped. "Dad That's gross!" He added almost as an afterthought.

      His father moved the strap from his face and gave Jim a swift look
and then continued to smell it. "Wow! It's your fucking cock and balls
smell. I can smell a faint smell of your piss and.Ah!" his father suddenly
laughed.  "I see why you don't want me to smell your strap. You've jacked
off, wearing this thing. Not so long ago, either, my young man. The cum
isn't completely dry yet. That would have to be during football practice
this afternoon."

     "I was going to wash it." Jim stammered. "I didn't think you'd pick it
up."

     "It must have been during the break. I remember now. You were late
getting back to practice. What brought that on, Jim?  His father suppressed
a laugh. "Going off to jack off in your jock strap."

      "I didn't have time to take off my gear." Jim said sheepishly. "I
just . worked it off with my gear on."

      "You came back to practice with a wet jock strap full of cum. That's
rich! And you all were pretty sweaty so nobody would notice if the cum
seeped out onto you suit. Though for enough cum to seep though a jock strap
to wet a suit probably wouldn't be noticeable. And.I thought your moves
were pretty sluggish. A jack-off can take away a lot of energy. Come on!
Give! What brought that on? .Out of the blue almost, it seems. Suddenly
thinking of Betty for some sexy moment isn't what happened. I'd bet on
that."

      "Betty doesn't suck,' Jim suddenly said in a low voice.

      "Oh! So that's it. Good for her, anyway," Jim's Dad suppressed
another smile. "So, what made you think of Jack Wilson all of a
sudden. He's a great quarterback.. Handsome buck, too!"

      "It's nothing Dad." Jim began.

      "Go ahead.Get it off your chest."

      "Well. I was center and after the snap, and I jumped around, that's
when Tom, who was running back, slipped and fell, and you blew the whistle
.everybody was walking away.. Jack moved up to me, still with the ball in
his hand, and gave me a funny look. He looked down at my dick and then
whispered. "Majorie doesn't give, either, and I haven't forgotten. You
liked it. I liked it. Again sometime, maybe?"  Dad!"  Jim gave a low
groan. "That set me off. I was so surprised that Jack hadn't forgotten,
either. It just sort of."

     "Yes, Jim, I know perfectly well what you were thinking. You got a
hard on and you took a break, and just as you said, you went to the men's
room, and jacked yourself through the strap."

     "Yeah," Jim said in a low voice.

     "Well, Your strap smells terrific. You must have dumped a pretty big
load."

     "Dad!" Jim gave a slight sigh of exasperation. "Just put the strap
down. OK?"

     "OK. It's down, but I see your dick isn't exactly down. It's great
there at half mast."

     "Dad. What do you want from me?"

     "I want you to want me."

     Jim rolled his head back and around in movement of torment. He lowered
his head for a moment, then raised it and stared hard at his father for
long second.

     "Dad. Yes. I want you," he said in low whisper.

     "Come here," his father said compassionately.

      Jim moved across the room and fell into his father's arms. He felt
his father's cock push gently against his. With a deep sigh, Jim responded
and pushed his dick back against his father's. They stood embraced, moving
their hips in rhythm.They kissed and Jim with his arms tight around his
father moved his head and buried his face in his father's arm pit.

      "Take it in, Jim." His Dad said softly. "Take whatever you want."

      "Oh God!" Jim exclaimed in a muffled moan. "It's your smell. It's
you. Your odor all over . everywhere."

      "And, Jim..Yours is always in my brain. I want you to know that..and
your taste.I want the taste of you.of your body, of your cock."

      Jim dropped his arms and stood still as his father began to move down
his body, kissing and sucking on Jim's hard pecs, moving his lips down
across Jim's ripped stomach and then down to Jim's erect cock, smelling is
from crotch to tip of the head, licking it, tasting it and finally taking
it deep into his mouth. and then moving his tongue hard against it in his
mouth.

       "Oh! Dad!" Jim groaned. "That's.that's.great!"

      As his father began to suck more aggressively, Jim suddenly whispered
in an impassioned cry, "Dad! I want to do it with you, together."

    "Sure, Jim." His father took his mouth from Jim's cock and looked up at
his son. "I was waiting for you to say that."

     Jim's father gently pulled Jim down and the two lay down on the floor,
side by side, cock to mouth in a tight 69 embrace. Jim felt his father work
his head between his legs and take his cock into his mouth. Jim's heat beat
quickened as he stared at his father's very large penis, stiffly erect. His
Dad's hard, muscular legs stretched out, one powerful leg up on the other
with his penis and balls jutting enormously out of his Dad's crotch.

     It was the smell of his father's cock, his crotch, his legs that first
impregnated Jim's senses. It surprised Jim that it instantly brought up the
smell of Jack Wilson's crotch. An unexpected delight swept over him. Here
was the fulfillment of that half-understood desire he had for Jack
Wilson. And he knew that here as he was about to absorb his father, was the
culmination for that something physical about Jack, and about his father
that always seemed to haunt him.

    Jim moved his head a fraction of an inch forward and took his father's
penis deep into his mouth and began to suck it, at first slowly, then more
aggressively. He felt his father momentarily take his mouth from his cock.

     "Thanks, Jim," he heard him say. "When you are ready to cum tap
me. OK? We'll cum together. I want that. You can take it. Right? No
problem?"

     Jim vigorously shook his head in agreement. His father's action on his
cock was stupendous, wonderful. Jim felt as though he were going to burst
with happiness. It was all out now. Now he knew what he wanted. And it was
then he began to shake with a violent desire as he felt as though his groin
were expanding, as the ecstasy of that incipient moment of climax swept
down his body, to the tips of his toes. Violently he tapped his father and
uttered a muffled cry as full climax struck him and cum shot out of his
penis into his father's mouth. At the same time he tightened his lips
around his father's cock as it quivered and swelled in his mouth and a
furious stream of cum shot deep into his throat. Jim's ecstasy was in part
his desire not to gag, but to satisfy the pleasure his father was
experiencing. Jim swallowed and swallowed again, as he felt his father do
the same.

     It was a deep and contented sigh that escaped from Jim's lips as his
body gradually relaxed and he felt his father embrace the lower part of his
body as he, himself, stretched out his arms and crushed his father's torso
and wet penis against his face.