Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2006 17:13:57 +0100
From: Richard Fellowes <portalmondmoi@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Friday Afternoon with Dad

I remember fancying dad when I was small.  I wanted him to do `dirty' things
to me, I wasn't sure quite what, but I felt it must involve wee-wees and
bottoms.  I wasn't far wrong!
Then, as a teenager, I was having a wank one evening in front of my bedroom
mirror, and he suddenly came in.  We were both extremely embarrassed, he
said `sorry' and immediately went out again, and he didn't mention it for
some time.  Later on, though, when we were in the garage doing various
things, he said something like `did I do `that' often', his voice was so
quiet I could hardly make out what he was asking.  In the intervening period
my feelings had moved from embarrassment to excitement, and it soon became
obvious that his had too.  We both moved our hands in the directions of our
crutches.  I started to smile, he smiled, we started rubbing our cocks
thought our trousers.  I moved towards him, and suddenly we started kissing,
the first `grown-up' kiss with dad.  We undid our trousers and wanked
ourselves and each other.  It didn't take long for either of us to come, and
we made a bit of a mess of our clothes.  From then on, we had sex together
from time to time, not as often as I would have liked.  We were always very
affectionate, with lots of kissing and cuddling.
It wasn't until I went away to university that we got beyond the wanking
stage.  Dad didn't know anything about the gay scene, it was always me who
led.  He often said, when I tried something a bit different `where did you
learn to do that?'  I had been wanting to play with his arse, but was too
embarrassed to do anything about it.  It was when he had come to visit me,
we were in my bedroom, standing up, kissing, and I reached behind him and
started moving my fingers up and down his crack.  He made an appreciative
groan, and started kissing me harder.  So I got bolder, and started pushing
my fingers right into the crack.  When I actually touched his shit hole, he
stopped kissing and said `Oh yes!'  At the start we were very careful about
wiping our fingers, and not getting dirty!  It was nice, but I wasn't really
satisfied.  It was a gradual process of beginning to enjoy the smell of our
dirty fingers, the first tentative licking, starting to snog with the arse
stink.  I remember the first time we put our fingers up each other's arses.
I fingered dad, wanting there to be some shit there.  There wasn't that
time, but we got into the way of trying to hold some in for our sessions.  I
also wanted to see him piss.  We'd just had sex, and it was in the mellow
period, we were clearing up.  We were in the bathroom, he said he wanted to
piss, I suupose he was thinking I'd go out.  Well, I didn't, and when I saw
the yellow stream going into the bog, I couldn't resist putting out my hand
to feel it.  I wiped my damp hand on my prick and balls, put my hand under
the stream again, and this time brought it to my mouth and licked.  Dad was
surprised at first, but soon said, could he try it.  We had a rest on my
single bed until I felt the urge to piss.  We went back to the bathroom, he
got in the shower with me, and I started pissing on him.  He loved it!
Someone at university had told my about the Nifty archive of stories on the
Internet.  I soon found the urination section and told dad.  I was amazed to
read stories about all the things I wanted to do, and the next time dad came
we had prepared dirty clothes, and were as dirty as we dared to be
ourselves.  I had bought a plastic decorating sheet which I put over my
bedroom floor, and put an ordinary sheet on top.  After we had finished, dad
took the whole lot away.  The only risk was getting to the bathroom without
being seen by the other students, but we never got found out.  Then I got a
job in a city, quite a way from our home town.
So now I was on holiday, and I'd come home for the week-end.  I still
thought of my dad's house as `home', I was sharing a flat in the city where
I worked.  He'd phoned me to let me know when he hoped to get home, and that
he would be ready to play straight away.  I was pretty excited, and had
difficulty not having a wank while I was waiting.  Being on holiday, I'd not
washed for a few days, and I could guarantee he wouldn't have showered at
least this morning.  He had left out a bucket in the bathroom with some piss
in it which I had soaked myself with while I was sunbathing, and put on my
`play' vest, cock ring and briefs.  I went into the garage which adjoins the
house, put down the mattress on the floor, and the rubber liner over it.  It
was all pretty smelly, I poured the rest of dad's piss over the mattress and
floor, and put the fan heater on.  Then I heard the car draw up in the drive
in front of the garage.  Car door slams, sound of feet coming to the side
door, door opens, and there's my lovely dad, big smile.  We hug each other
to death and kiss.  `I'm bursting' he says.  He gets out of his suit, shirt,
unties his shoes (hurry, hurry), off come the socks, and there he is, in
just a pair of very dirty stinky briefs (what must they think at work?).  I
get on my knees and bury my head in his package, which is both smelly and
damp.  Almost too quickly, I feel his piss coming through the material, I
lick it and let flow down onto my vest.  After the first urgency is over, he
says `let's 69'.  We lie down on the mattress, faces to crutches, and both
start to piss, eventually getting our cocks out to drink straight from them.
  After we've finished, dad peels back his foreskin to expose some nice
cheese.  I do the same, we lick each other's cheese and wipe some over our
face, and I move round so we can have a pissy, cheesy snog.  While snogging
we start to feel each other's arses, fingers inside waistbands.  We stand
up, I pull down dad's briefs a little, and reach under his balls to finger
his crack.  I work my finger around, it feels very moist and dirty.  I bring
my hand up, we look at the brown-smeared finger, sniff it, lick it and kiss
again.  `Sit on my face' I say.  I lie down, he takes off his briefs, and
for me this is always the best moment.  It reminds me of when I used to see
westerns on TV, the cowboys' arses encased in tight jeans, and I wanted
those arses!  Dad slowly, nice and slowly, squats, he knows how much I love
it.  As his arse approaches my face, me groaning with anticipation, the
cheeks part, I see and smell the shit around his shit hole.  At last, my
tongue makes contact, and I'm in heaven.  He allows me to rim for a while,
but he's been holding the shit in, and now he needs to let it out.  I feel
the turd begin to emerge, out comes a large and fairly firm piece, which I
hold in my mouth.  He turn and lies on me, puts his mouth over the
protruding turd and we play with it for a while.  He straightens up,
straddles my legs, and pulls down my briefs.  I take out what remains of the
turd and crush lumps of it into my cock and balls.  Dad starts fingering my
shit hole, his finger goes in.  `Yes' he says, as he feels what he is
searching for.  As he moves his finger around, it's very difficult not to
come.  He pulls his finger out, with a good coating of shit.  He puts it in
his mouth, lies on me again, and we share my shit.  `Let me rim you' he
says.  I move round and sit on his face, he makes funny slobbering sounds as
he licks me and tries to get his tongue in to my shit hole.  `Shit on my
cock' he says.  I sit on his cock and balls, which must be my second most
favourite thing, and wiggle around, amazing sensations coming from my butt
hole.  I push out.  I feel the shit, a nice spreading consistency, coating
his cock and balls and filling my crack.  I put the remains of dad's turd
back in his mouth, we kiss, face locked to face, and with our cocks coated
in shit, grunting shamelessly, we jerk off over each other.  I lie on him
and grind the shit and cum together.  We lie there, smiling, kissing, making
silly noises, a bit dozy, until he says `Come on, I want a cup of tea.'
I've put a couple of towels down on the floor of the utility room and the
kitchen.  (If you get the impression we've done this sort of thing before,
you'd be quite right.)  We go through, and while the water is boiling, we
explore each other's pits.  Dad's are only faintly smelly, mine are really
powerful, anyway, we have a good sniff.  We take the tea back to the garage.
  It's a pity our sense of smell gets used to smells so quickly, it must
have been really stinky in the garage, but we hardly noticed it.  Dad sits
down in a wicker chair with his mug, I'm standing.  I'm feeling like pissing
again, and just let loose, without saying anything, over dad.  Then I get
down between his legs, and in between sips of tea, lick his cock and balls.
He puts his tea down on the work bench, moves forward in the chair, and
lifts his legs up, holding his knees, and exposing his crack.  I put my mug
down, and get in there with my face.  He starts to push out, and this time
quite a bit of softer shit comes out.  I get some in my mouth, the rest I
collect in my hand, smearing some over dad, some over me and over my vest.
`Fuck me, dad' I say.  I lie down on the mattress on my back.  Dad lies on
top of me for a bit, grinding his cock over mine.  He then sits back, puts
his hand into one of the puddles of piss on the mattress, and lubes his
cock.  I feel his cock in my shit hole, he pushes it in, I feel really full.
  We're both grunting loudly, he getting even louder, with every thrust.  I
reach for a lump of shit and put it in my mouth and rub it over my face.
Dad comes with a great bellow, I feel his cock spasming in my arse.  He
carries on with slow thrusts for a bit, then collapses on me, we kiss, I
feel his heart beating like crazy.  We are almost exhausted, but there's a
little bit more.  We carry on kissing, I get a bit more shit to put into our
mouths to share, I feel his cock soften, and then he starts pissing in me.
He withdraws his cock, he lies down, I squat over his face, and let out the
piss, cum and shit mixture.  We lie there, slowly rubbing our filth over
each other, getting more and more drowsy.  I reach over and switch off the
fan heater, and we drift off for a while.
Later, almost dark, we come to.  We wipe most of the shit off the mattress
with kitchen towel, we hose each other down, just enough to get the worst
of, but making sure we don't let the water at our pits or our arses, so that
we can stay nice and ripe for the whole weekend.