Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2014 17:02:07 -0400
From: desuckerxx@gmail.com
Subject: ROBBIE AND HIS DAD

Robbie and His Dad

(M/t, sweat, rimming, fucking, piss, massage)

It' a work of adult fiction involving no real people.  If you a re under
18, leave now.

by Dionysian

The kitchen floor pounded in time with old-school Lip Bizkit.  The steady
stream of screamed 'mother-fuckers!' a typical source of adrenaline for his
son, Robbie.  The boy was trying to make weight again.  Halfway through the
season, he had a major growth spurt and sprang up to a solid-built 5' 9".
Jim knew from his own high-school wrestling days that dropping weight-class
from 168 lbs to 155 lbs and trying to stay there this season was going to
be a fucking monumental job.  He had told Robbie that it might be a mistake
to even try.  Now, halfway through the season, after a relentless couple of
weeks of brutal workouts just to stay at the lower weight, Robbie knew it
too.  But it was too late.  He made weight at 155 lbs at the beginning of
the season and there he would have to stay until next season.

"I've gone down there 3 times, but he doesn't want to take my advice", his
wife shouted over the noise as he dropped his coat across a dining room
chair, as if she was just continuing a conversation she had started before
he got home.  He smiled and shrugged.  Boys will be boys.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck and welcomed him home from work with a kiss and
snuggled against him in that special way that always made his hair and his
cock stand on-end.  "Well", she laughed, grinding her hips against his fat
cock, "Someone wants to play." Jim loved his 'welcome home' every night -
especially when the kid wasn't in the room.  "Fucking bad timing, you
know", she teased. "I have to go to Ella's for the weekend - and you're
just trying to send me out with a dripping cunt, hungry to be pumped full
of your hot cum." He moaned into her ear. "You are an evil man.  It is a
good thing you have a very... big... dick."  She smiled wickedly at him,
sucking his tongue into her mouth on the next kiss.

Jim loved it when she talked nasty like this and growled softly as his cock
pulsed against her, gushing precum into his boxers. He had been horny all
day and forgot she would be leaving to visit her sister.  She pulled back
reluctantly as he tried to grind his slacks-covered dick against her.  "You
know there is nothing I would rather do than stay here and fuck your brains
out, but I have to go.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." She said with real
regret. "I have to go." Both of them laughed and groaned in frustration.
Then a mother's concern replaced a lover's want and her eyes turned a
softer shade of gray.

"Honey, I am really worried about Robbie.  Please talk to him, man-to-man,
wrestler-to-wrestler, or whatever macho thing you guys need to do.  He is
even more competitive about it than you were, if that's even possible.  He
is going to hurt himself if he doesn't let up a bit."  Jessica was not the
type to worry and panic over nothing.  She grew up with 4 uber-competitive
brothers that wrestled in high school and college.  It was how they had met
those many years ago - at one of their matches.  If she was worried, it was
real.

Jim took it to heart.  "O.K. babe.  I'll talk to Knucklehead.  And if he
doesn't ease up, I will put a sleeping pill into his protein shake", he
joked. "Deal?"

"Deal." she nodded, and slid her hand into his pants and around his sweaty
cock, smearing the abundant pre-cum around his cock-head. "And when I get
back, I get to hump your 'happy stick' until we are both insane.  Deal?"
She licked her fingers.

"Fucking-A deal!" he grinned.  He was still laughing as she grabbed her bag
and headed out the door.  He shoved his hand down his pants and pumped his
cock at her a few times, "May as well make nice with the only relief I'm
getting this weekend."  He licked the precum from his own fingers and
winked at her.

"Jim!" she exclaimed in mock offense and was out the door.

The music was still blaring in the basement, still shaking the floor:
"You're crazy, Bitch!  But you fuck so good I'm on top of it! I like the
way you fuck me!"  Ah, we had moved on from Limp.  It was a good thing
Jessica was gone, he thought, that song might be a little too far across
the line of what she thought a 14 year old boy should be listening to.  But
she was gone, and frankly, the song suited his mood too.  He decided to
listen to the rest of it and poured himself a stiff drink to begin the
after work wind-down.  Jessica had said Robbie had been down there for
hours and he could hear the slapping of a jump rope on the mat. No way
Robbie could keep that pace up for too long.  The 'fuck me' song repeated -
evidently on loop. He would wait for the boy to take a break and then see
what Jessica was worried about

He started on his second drink and looked at his watch for the third time,
marveling at his son's drive with a mix of pride and worry.  A sudden
absence of the 'slapslapslap' jump-rope-drumming was followed by a pain
filled yelp that was definitely not part of the sound track - and then a
clattering of metal.  Jim ran to the basement door and jerked it open.

The music and heat hit him simultaneously, stunning him for a second.  The
air was hot and thick with sweat.  He bolted down the stairs - not even
aware of how his still half-hard, wife-teased cock flopped around obscenely
in his pants.  "Robbie!? You alright?" He rounded the bottom of the stairs
to find Robbie sitting in the floor beside the toppled and skipping CD
player..."I like the way you fuck me! way you fuck me! you fuck me! you
fuck me! you fuck me!  ..."  Jim switched it off and knelt beside his son.
"Robbie, are you O.K.?"  No response. "Robbie!"  He snapped his fingers in
front of his son's face.  Robbie shook his head and looked up.

"Yeah", he slurred, "I'm good.  Just have to make weight."  He smiled
goofily and tried to stand up, reaching for the jump rope.

"Oh, no you don't", Jim said, pulling the rope out of reach.  He took in
the scene.

Portable heaters blasting away in each corner.  His son in a silver mylar
'body heat' suit.  Big puddles of sweat glistened everywhere on the
practice mat.  The air was thick with the scent of a heavy workout.
Several unopened sports drinks lay on the floor - probably ones his mom
brought down and he promised to drink.  He picked Robbie up and sat him on
the bench against the wall.

"Jesus, Robbie.  You are burning up.  What are you thinking?"  He moved
around the room turning off the heaters and grabbed one of the sports
drinks.  Robbie pushed the drink away, mumbling.  The boy had pushed too
far this time, Jim thought.  He was really out of it.  He forced the drink
to Robbie's lips and tipped it.  Some of it actually got into his mouth and
he gulped a couple of times. He had to get the boy cooled down, but not too
fast.  Shock was just as bad as heat exhaustion.

First thing - the mylar had to come off.  He reached to pull off his son's
top, but Robbie tried to knock his hands away, muttering about having to
make weight.  Jim grabbed his son's chin and forced him to catch the glare
in his eyes.  In his roughest, no-bull-shit voice, he told Robbie that he
was going to take his clothes off to cool him down.

A silly grin crept across Robbie's face and he reached out and kissed his
dad right on the mouth, saying "O.K. Daddy."

He was surprised but really didn't have time to think about it.  He needed
to get the suit off.  Under the silver suit were 3 layers of sweats, all
sopping and heavy.  Holy fuck, he thought, the kid was really going above
and beyond for this - and this was dangerous.

Finally, Robbie was free of the wet layers of clothing.  His skin was hot
to the touch and ruby-red.  Even in the humidity of the basement, the sweat
literally steamed off of him.  There were only two small windows down here
and no breeze.  No way he was going to be able to get the boy cooled off
down here.  He lugged the still protesting boy ass-up over his shoulder,
and started for the stairs.  The kid was getting solid these days, he
thought, as he muscled his way up the steps.  He wouldn't be able to carry
him this way for much longer.

Robbie mumbled protests all the way, telling his dad to put him down and
grabbing hold of his dad's butt cheeks to try to push himself off the wide
shoulders.  By the time they got to the top, Jim's hands were wrapped
tightly around his son's thighs and butt cheeks.  It was all he could do to
keep hold on the sweat-slicked boy.  He lost patience and smacked Robbie
hard across the ass and told him to hold still.  Robbie giggled, still out
of it, but quieted down.

As Jim bumped down the hallway toward the bedroom, his fingers slid into
the crack of Robbie's hair-tufted ass crack and he recognized, with a
start, the smooth, rubbery texture of a sweaty asshole on the tips of his 2
middle fingers.  He suddenly registered the incredibly musky, hot scent
rising from his son's ass and balls, riding on his shoulder inches from his
head.  He looked down as he entered the bedroom and the sight of the
slicked ass hair clinging to his fingers sent an unexpected surge of blood
to his cock.  He didn't decide to do it really, but his fingers wiggled
across the wet asslips for just a moment as he dropped the kid on the
massage table.

"Ooh... that felt good, pop." Robbie sighed, still slurring his words a
bit.

Jim was panting from the effort of carrying the solid freshman wrestler.
He opened the windows, turned on the ceiling fan and rushed to the
connecting bathroom to soak some towels in cool water.  Robbie shivered and
quaked when his dad draped them on his prone body.

Jim's work clothes were completely soaked through with his own effort and
water from the towels and stuck to him uncomfortably.  He made a note to
get the air conditioning fixed ASAP.  It would be no use if they were both
overheated and he didn't want to leave Robbie to change.  He quickly
stripped to his boxers and turned his attention back to his son. There was
a decent breeze coming in the window and, added to the fan and the cold
towels, it should be enough to do the trick, he thought.

He wet the towels 2 more times with cold water before Robbie's red flesh
started to look less angry and return to its normal pink-tan.  He had also
been able to get a bottle of sports drink into the boy too and he could see
clarity begin to return to Robbie's eyes.

"Dad", he said, sounding confused and surprised, "what happened?"  He tried
to sit up but his dad pushed him back down.

"You damn near killed yourself working out.  That's what happened", he
chuckled, caressing Robbie's face, relief in his voice. "You scared the
living shit out of me."  Robbie laughed this time and his dad sighed in
relief.

"Sorry, dad.  I just wanted to make weight"

"No shit?", Jim joked, "There are less suicidal ways of doing it.  Don't do
you any good if you're too weak to wrestle, you know?"  Robbie started to
reply but was caught off by a sudden, violent shiver.  Ah, here they come,
Jim thought to himself.  He had been waiting for it.  Robbie dizzily tried
to sit up again, but Jim pushed him back down onto the table, pulling the
cold towels off.

"Not so fast there, son.  You are nowhere near ready to be up and about.
Just lay there for a minute and let us get you back together."

Robbie was too woozy still to be concerned about being butt-naked in front
of his dad.  It wasn't the first time.  They weren't prudes around the
house, really.  As another wave of dizziness and shivers hit him, he lay
back, groaned and closed his eyes.  He felt his dad pull his arms over his
head to open more skin to the cooling breeze.  The fan danced cool air
through the damp, relatively new curls in his pits.

In the next 20 minutes, Jim slowly fed 2 sports drinks to the boy.  He
tried to ease his son's shivers by rubbing the still over-warm flesh in
long, slow strokes from face to toes and back again.  His hands slid
firmly, easily over the sweat slicked skin.  He took up massage as a side
business years ago and it had come in handy when Robbie started playing
sports.  Quite a few pulls, strains and overworked muscles had been eased
on this table in his young life.

As he slowly stroked his son's muscled limbs, it struck him that his boy
was going to take after his mom's side of the family - well relative to
body hair.  Robbie was, at almost 15, already sprouting a dark, albeit
wispy, goatee.  Dark, damp curls filled his pits and his cock bush was
thick and dense.  But otherwise, his son did not have much hair anywhere
else but his head.  Maybe he's still too young for much body hair, Jim
thought.  He's got plenty of hair where it matters, he thought, looking at
his boy from head to toe, proud of the way his boy was growing up.  He
remembered his fingers brushing along the boy's ass hair earlier.  If
Robbie did get furrier, he hoped his boy would find someone that liked all
that fur as much as Jessica liked his.  Thinking of her, of how she would
ride his dripping cock when she came back, sent a surge of blood to his
cock.

The bedroom was definitely cooler than the basement but still warm and both
father and son were still sweating.  Jim's hands slipped easily over flesh
and hair.  He established a rhythm and could see that the tremors were
receding as Robbie relaxed.  He continued, massaging the boy's arms and
legs.  He slowly got lost in thought, the heat and rhythm relaxing him as
well.  A moan brought him back to the here and now.  He looked down and
laughed quietly to himself.  All the stroking had raised the teenaged
'beast'.

Robbie's cock was rock hard and bouncing a bit on his stomach, a thick
string of cock lube dangled from the piss hole to his treasure trail.  Jim
realized that he had been accidentally rubbing the fat 7-incher with his
forearm as he stroked down the boy's body.

"Nice one, Son", he chuckled to himself.  The foreskin was pulled about
half way back off the wide, red head and as he stroked by it once more, the
piss slit gaped and a new drool of precum pumped onto his stomach.  "I see
you are recovering", Jim said with amusement.  Robbie didn't respond or
open his eyes.  "Roll-over and let's get your backside cooled down."

Robbie barely managed to roll over without falling off the table. Jim ran
his hands up his son's thighs and over his ass cheeks and back down again
in a circular motion, working from inside to out.  He gradually put more
pressure into the strokes, kneading the abused muscles.  As he often did
when massaging someone, he kind of spaced out and just allowed his hands to
guide him.

He was brought back to earth by the sound of wet flesh peeling apart and
slurping together again.  A heady musk filled his nose.  He looked down to
see his son's ass crack parting and coming together with each outward
stroke of his hands across the boy's firm cheeks.

It startled him, but rather than stop, he found himself concentrating more
and more on the sweaty mounds and less on his son's legs.  The accumulated
sweat of the day ran down into his son's ass crack, then was pushed back up
and out again as they slurped back together -creating a wet, sloppy,
sensuous soundtrack.  It was sometime before Jim realized that he was
anticipating the sight of his son's pink, rubbery asshole on each stroke.

His cock had pushed, heavy and vibrating, out of the slit of his boxers.
Looking down in surprise, he saw a heavy string of pre-cum drooling from
his cock head to the bottom of his son's upturned foot - at the bottom of
the table.  He froze.

"Aah, dad", Robbie groaned, "Don't stop.  That feels so good."

Jim pulled his hips back a bit, breaking the string of pre-cum. He didn't
know what was happening with him.  I mean he was horny but he has never
been turned on by a guy's asshole before, much less his son's asshole.  He
tucked his cock back into his shorts, feeling guilty but relieved that his
son was still out of it enough to be oblivious to what was happening to his
dad.  As long as Robbie didn't look back, he was fine.

"You want me to keep doing your legs?" he asked.

"No.  Keep doing what you were doing", he sighed, "It really feels great,
dad."

Jim resumed the circling strokes on his son's ass, gradually increasing the
pressure again as the boy pushed his ass up to meet each stroke.  He
couldn't help himself.  He kept looking for that wet, hair-ringed pucker on
each stroke.  He found himself holding Robbie's ass open a bit longer on
each stroke, prolonging the time he could see the wrinkled pink blossom.

"Do my back too, dad", Robbie sighed.

Jim stood closer to the bottom of the massage table between his sons legs
and leaned over to lengthen his strokes, his hands pushing the sweaty ass
open then sliding up each side of Robbie's spine, over and under into the
slick armpits and back down the boy's sides.  Then again.  As Jim gave
himself over to the rhythm of the massage, his own sweat dripped down on
his son's body.  His face dipped closer and closer to his son's crack with
each stroke to his shoulders.  He started inhaling the heady musk of the
boy's ass with each pass and his cock was now rubbing back and forth in the
precum drooled onto the end of the table, between his son's feet.

He found himself paused with his hands rubbing back and forth through his
son's dripping armpits and his nose practically being tickled by the funky
ass hair.  He huffed the boy's ass funk as if it were pure oxygen.  He did
not understand.  He wasn't really thinking much at this point.  He just
gradually nuzzled his nose between the sweat-lined ass cheeks until his
face was resting fully on the wet flesh.  His mouth gapped open, breathing
in the taste of a whole day's worth of a brutal workout, a young man's cum
filled balls, the accumulated piss and musk in his son's furry crotch.
Then he felt his boy's feet close around his aching prick.

"Aw fuck, dad", he groaned, "Don't stop now, dad.  It feels so good."

Jim let out a gut-deep moan, pulled those cheeks open and locked his mouth
on his son's sweaty ass lips.  He was a man starved for a meal he didn't
even know existed before now.  He licked and sucked at his boy's pucker,
the rubbery flesh pushing back against his tongue.  He fucked his tongue as
far as he could into the warm sheath.  He rubbed his face from one end of
the sweaty crack to the other, rolling in his son's scent, smearing is face
with his boy's ass funk, feeling the warm, wet flesh glide along his
cheeks.  He was on fire.  He fucked his leaking cock through his son's
gripping feet.

Robbie moaned and thrashed around, pushing back to meet every thrust of his
dad's tongue up his shoot.  He had never felt anything so fucking good.
His dad's bearded cheeks scrapped along his crack, teased his hole.  He
fucked his cock into the table and gripped his dad's thick, long cock
between his feet.  He couldn't stand it any more.

He flipped over, startling his father, who stood looking lost and confused
without the warm muffle of ass around his face.  Robbie looked him in the
eye and threw his legs up, gripping them behind the knee and pulled his ass
as far open as he could get it.  His cock pumped cock juice onto his
stomach.  He slid down the table on a sweat slick until his ass hung just
off of the end, lodging his dad's dick up against his sloppy, wet hole.
His lust-filled eyes simultaneously begged his dad to keep going and
threatened him if he stopped.  The two men shared a smile as Jim fell to
his knees and resumed sucking the now puffy lips of his son's ass.

He ate that ass for a half-hour before even coming up for air.  Robbie had
never felt anything so fucking incredible and moaned, mumbled, babbled his
pleasure the whole time, occasionally uttering a coherent phrase.

"Suck my fucking hole out dad.  Oh, mother fucker, tongue it.  Eat it. Lick
it.  Drink the sweat out of my sloppy fucking hole, dad!"  He almost came
too many times to count.  His ass lips pushed out at his dad's face, trying
to open for more.  His hole gaped open relaxed and hungry enough that his
dad was able to get his whole mouth in and suck for the essence of his
son's inner flesh.  Jim held his boy's hole open as wide as possible and
rubbed his entire face over and through the soggy trench.  "Fuck me, dad.
Please fuck me!"

Jim and Robbie were equally surprised to hear those words come out of his
mouth - for different reasons, of course.  But neither wasted time thinking
of it.  Jim stood and rubbed his cock head across Robbie's spread lips,
painting them with his drooling precum and slowly, so slowly pushed into
his son's warm, sweaty, funky, hair-ringed hole.

Jim lay up on his boy as his cock sunk home and he found himself face to
face with the young, sexy, fucking stud that was his son. As his dad's cock
began to push into his super sensitive ass, Robbie pushed his tongue into
his dad's mouth, tasting his own ass funk.  He could smell himself all over
his dad's face.  It hit him like a fucking explosion.  His dad was claiming
him, proud of him as a man, wearing his scent.  It was complete acceptance:
His dad liked the smell and taste of the funkiest piece of him.

He squeezed his hole tight around the fat cock now pumping him hard and it
was all that was needed.  They both exploded. Robbie's load shot up to hang
in his dad's chest hair and load after load of his dad's spunk rocketed up
his ass. Lips locked together, tongues searching for more funk, breathing
the other's exhaled breath. He felt filled with his father.  He had never
even known this kind of closeness, this intimacy was possible with his dad.
He could not believe he had been living without it.  His quivering asshole
gripped and pulled at the deeply buried cock, bringing shivers and quakes
to his dad's panting body.  Jim reared back and jammed his cock as deep as
he could and filled his boy with a huge piss load, looking right into his
son's eyes as he rubbed the boy's load into his chest hair.

Bobie's eyes got wide when he realized his dad's warm piss was filling his
tingling hole.  He moaned as the pressure built and gasped as he could hold
it no more.  Warm, silky piss erupted around the dad cock still buried in
his hole and bathed his dad's hairy nuts.  They both shook and moaned.  Jim
gathered some of the piss spilling from his boys hole and rubbed it into
his son's chest and arm pits.  He growled, "You're my fucking stud son.
Mine... and every fucking part of you is fucking perfect.', as he offered
his piss and cum covered fingers to his boy's hungry mouth and put his
other slimy hand in his own mouth.

He would never forget the look of amazement and love and gratitude his son
beamed up at him would stay with him forever.  Likewise, the feeling of
being completely loved and cherished and accepted would stay with Bobbie
forever.

Moments later Robbie really crashed.  Jim got him to drink another sports
drink before letting him crawl into bed.  Worn out from the workout, the
over-heating, the adrenaline of sex with his dad, he fell into the deepest
sleep he had ever experienced.  Jim felt a little guilty that this happened
when his kid was already overtired and overtaxed, but the smile on Robbie's
sleeping face eased the doubt.  The boy slept for almost 16 hours.

When he woke up, it was nearly dark again.  He wondered out naked and found
his dad in the living room watching TV in just his boxer shorts.  "How are
you, sleepy head?" his dad asked with a grin.  Robbie didn't answer at
first.  He kissed his dad on the lips and reached down to pull his dad's
boxers off.  Jim just smiled in confusion... and did not make a move to
stop his boy.  Once they were off, Robbie pulled at his dad until the man
was laying long-ways on the couch, his back propped against some pillows,
one leg thrown over the back of the couch, one leg on the floor.

Robbie never spoke.  Jim just complied with an amused look on his face. The
boy pushed and pulled him into the desired position, and he wondering what
the boy was doing when Robbie lay on his back between his father's legs.

He tilted his head back and took in the view of his dad's butt, hands
moving to spread the crack further.  His dad's crack was spread open and
his puckered asshole out in the open.  The hair around the hole was damp
with sweat and musk.  Looking down, Jim could only see part of Robbie's
face, the upside down mouth and teen-stubbled chin.  Robbie shifted and Jim
could feel his son's nose pressed up against his sticky ring.  He felt
Robbie breath in deeply and sighed when the warm exhale washed across his
crack, tickling the hair.

"I'm feeling really good, dad", Robbie said, finally answering the earlier
question - right into his dad's butt. "A bit tired still but not
sleepy... and wanting my turn", he said and began to languidly suck and
lick at his dad's rubbery ass ring.

He ate at his dad's sweaty, funky, manly hole for an hour, rubbing his face
in his dad's scent like his dad had taken his, sucking until his dad's hole
gaped open and relaxed... and 2 loads of cum streaked his dad's chest hair.
He fell asleep again while laying in his dad's arms, alternating between
sucking cum from is dad's chest hair and sharing the taste of his dad's
asshole in a kiss.