Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2003 18:13:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: SPEED FREAK (spanking, ws)

Disclaimer: This is just a story. Anything can happen. Maybe this
did. Drive carefully - Raunch ahead!

SPEED FREAK
by RimPig   2003

I'm not a bad guy. Maybe a little wild. Okay... a lot wild. I'm a real
speed freak! No! Not the kind of speed that you snort or shoot in your
veins! The kind you get in a real hot car or on a really hot motorcycle!
Anything that goes fast, I love it! Even as a little kid. Used to ride my
bike down the steepest and most dangerous hills I could find.

Some people might think I've got a 'death wish'. Fuck that! What I've got
is an addiction to that clench in your guts and the racing of your pulse
when you're flyin' down the road, clockin' at around 130 mph. I sometimes
scream out my passion while I'm doin' it!

Unfortunately, that all came to a halt about six weeks ago. Me and some of
my buddies were drag racing out on old State Road 9, way out in the
boonies. We'd been drag racing out there for a couple of years. The road is
dead at night. No traffic. Nobody around. What the fuck did it hurt?
Well...the Highway Patrol didn't see it that way. They pulled a sting
operation on us. Suddenly, there are fuckin' cop cars everywhere and the
next thing I know, my studly butt is sittin' in a jail cell!

Was my Dad pissed! Fuck! I had some real fuckin' second thoughts about just
stayin' in that stinkin' jail cell when he came to bail me out! I ain't
ever seen him that mad before! I figured he'd fuckin' punch my lights out
when we got home. Not that he'd ever hit me...well...not since I was real
little and he'd spank me but he didn't even do that after I was about five
years old.

He didn't say one word to me on the way home and I didn't dare open my
mouth either. When we got home, all Dad would say was, "Go to your fuckin'
room and stay there! I don't want to see your stupid fuckin' face again
tonight!".

I tried to at least say 'Thank you' for bailin' me out but he just held up
his hand.

"Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear nothin' from you! Just go to your
room and get outa my face!" he growled at me, his voice all that more
menacing because he wasn't shouting - just real quiet.

So go, I did. By that time, it was after 3:00 a.m. so I just stripped and
crawled naked into bed. I always sleep naked. Been doin' it since I was a
little kid, maybe 3 or 4. I know I started sleepin' that way because Dad
does. I knew that from crawlin' into bed with him when I would get scared,
either by a bad dream or 'monsters' in the closet or under the bed.

All I ever had was my Dad to go to. My mom died when I was two. I don't
really remember her. I don't know how she died. Dad won't talk about it and
so I don't bring it up. I guess it's still somethin' that hurts him, even
after all these years. See...they were high school sweethearts. Fell in
love their freshman year. Never dated anyone else. When they were seniors,
my mom got pregnant with me. They got married, the day after
graduation. Dad was my age, 18.  They had me and two years later, she's
dead and Dad is left with a fuckin' rug-rat to raise - all by himself. His
own Dad was dead from an accident at work when he was 12 and his mother
wouldn't have anything to do with him after he knocked my mom up. After my
mom died, Dad's mom tried to make peace, but Dad just told her to fuck off!
He didn't need her. I don't think they got along before my mom got
pregnant.

My mom's parents tried to go to court and take me away from my Dad. My Dad
went into court without even havin' a lawyer (because he couldn't afford
one) and fought them. Luckily, the law was on his side. Since my mom's
parents had not one shred of evidence that my Dad was unfit as a parent,
the judge told them to, basically, take a hike! That's when me and my Dad
moved to Ridgeville, almost 300 miles from where Dad grew up. If my mom's
parents ever tried to find us, they weren't successful because we never
heard from them again.

My Dad got a job working construction and studied at night to become a
licensed contractor and started his own construction firm. I went to
day-care and then through school. I played a lot of sports: baseball,
football, wrestling. Didn't play well enough to get a scholarship to
college or anything. Didn't want to go to college. School was just a pain
in the ass that I put up with so that I could play sports and have
fun. What I loved about it was all the comradery. I loved hanging out with
the other guys. I didn't have any girlfriends. Most girls were just too
fuckin' stupid to be around. All they cared about was clothes, their hair
and who everybody else was dating. Most of them were looking for some guy
to latch onto who would pay for everything and end up pussy- whipped, doing
anything they wanted. That wasn't me.

Oh, I'd dated. I wasn't no fuckin' virgin. But, I just never saw what other
guys saw in girls and sex. I saw it as too much effort for very little
return. I had better things to do with my time - like re-building a 1974
Firebird Trans-Am SD 455 with a 4-speed transmission. This was a rare car!
Only 212 of them were built. This one was 'Buccaneer red' with a huge black
Firebird on the hood. The car still had a true twin exhaust system
(catalytic converters wouldn't be required until 1975) and 3.42 axle ratio
which made that mother one mean fuckin' speed machine!

I'd found her in a junk yard and paid $300 for her when I was 15 years
old. Dad and I worked on the car, along with me and a lot of my friends and
team-mates, for almost two years to get her back into almost the condition
she came out of the show-room in. That car is my life! I love her more than
anything else in the world. Well...all right...not as much as my Dad - but
nearly!

Now she was sitting in an impound lot and I was facing charges of speeding,
reckless endangerment, etc. Dad was pissed as hell at me and I didn't know
what the fuck was gonna happen or what I was gonna do.

I woke up the next morning around 10:00 a.m. I figured Dad had gone to work
hours ago but I was wrong. When I went down to the kitchen to see if I
could scrounge up some breakfast, he was sittin' there, naked as a
jay-bird, drinkin' coffee and readin' the paper. I was naked, too, not
expecting anybody to be home. Actually, I spent a lot of time naked at
home. So did Dad. Guess neither on of us cared much for clothes.

I mumbled a 'good-morning' as I stumbled over to the coffee pot and poured
myself a cup.

"Sit down, son. We gotta talk." Dad said quietly. He didn't sound mad or
anything. I was surprised.

"Look...I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't be pissed at you. I did the
same fuckin' stuff when I was your age. Your mom used to scream at me all
the time that I was gonna fuckin' kill myself.  I didn't listen to her. I
just wanted to see how fast I could get that car to go." Dad said.

Oh, did I mention that Dad had a '73 Firebird when he was my age? Yeah!
Like father, like son.

"Dad, I really am sorry! We didn't know what we were doin' was so wrong. We
never hurt nobody. We didn't intend to." I insisted.

"I know, son, but whether you intend it or not, accidents happen and people
can get hurt or killed." he said. "I know you don't think that anything can
happen to you. I didn't when I was your age. But it can and, above all, I
don't want to lose you, Kevin. You're my whole fuckin' life since your mom
died!"

Because we're guys, Dad doesn't talk a whole lot about how he feels. He
doesn't say 'I love you' very often. He doesn't have to. I know he
does. And he knows I love him. At least I hope he does. I love him more
than anyone or anything in this world. I've always wanted to be just like
him. I admire him as a man and I love him as a son. So all in all, this was
quite a speech he just made.

"Dad, I don't know what to say?" I said. "All I can say is I'm sorry and it
won't happen again."

"What won't happen again? You won't race that car of yours or you won't get
caught?" Dad said, raising his eyebrow and grinning at me.

I looked at him in shock! I guess for once he had all the angle covered!

"I won't race anymore." I said quietly looking down at my coffee.

"I have the feeling you may not be able to anyway. From the charges I had
to bail you out from, they're gonna throw the book at you. You'll be lucky
if they don't revoke your license to drive."  Dad said. "So we better go
down to the impound yard and get your Firebird back here while we can."

This announcement hit me like a ton of bricks! Revoke my license?! Not be
able to drive?! Why don't they just cut my nuts and dick off! Fuck!

I guess Dad noticed the look on my face - like, how could he miss it!

"I've called a lawyer already. We have an appointment with him this
afternoon. We'll see if we can make a deal." Dad said.

Well, they made a deal all right. My license was suspended for six
months. That was bad but, as my Dad reminded me, it could have been
worse. But there was another part that was much worse!  I was given three
months of house arrest! I have to wear this stupid 'electronic bracelet' on
my ankle that transmits my location to a box that sits by my bed. If I try
to take the fuckin' thing off or if I get more than 500 feet from the box,
the probation office is notified and I'm violated and will spend a year in
jail!

So for the last month or so, I've been basically locked in the house. I
can't go anyplace. The only places I'm allowed to go are to work or any
kind of doctor appointment. I don't have a job. I was lookin' for one but
hadn't found anything and I'm healthy as a horse, so there goes any doctor
visits. I'm not lazy or anything. See, I want a job. But Dad won't let me
have the job I want. I want to work for him doing construction. He keeps
tellin' me that I'm better than that! That I should get a job where I work
with my brains not with my body. He just doesn't get it! I want to go into
construction and work just like he does. I wanna be just like him.

I've wanted to work construction ever since I was a little kid and would
see Dad comin' home in his hard hat. He's be all sweaty and dirty and tired
and shit but he'd pick me up from daycare or I'd be waitin' for him at home
after school and he'd take me in his big, strong arms and hug me. I
remember the smell of him as he held me. I guess some people would be
offended by all the sweat and musk but I remember that how he smelled made
me feel good! That smell meant 'Daddy'. It meant love and protection. It
meant the man that I loved most in the world. I guess I was about 12 when
he stopped huggin' me. I don't know why he did. I didn't ask him to or
nothin'.

I did get to work on a few of his jobs as a laborer during the summer when
I was in high school, after I turned 16 and the insurance would cover me
being on a job-site. Yeah, it was hard work but I'm strong and I'm
definitely not lazy. I liked working with my hands and body. I liked
gettin' sweaty and dirty just like Dad because, even though he's 'The Boss'
he still works as hard or harder than any of the guys on his crew. I liked
the give and take with the other construction workers who, at first,
figured I was some spoiled little pussy-boy because I was the boss's son.
When I showed them that I could carry my own weight on the job, they
accepted me. That meant a lot to me. But once I graduated from high school,
Dad wouldn't let me work there full-time. He wouldn't even discuss it.

So here I was, locked in the house all day alone. Nothin' to do. Nothin' on
the fuckin' TV but soap operas and talk shows. Shows about girls gettin'
knocked up and then tryin' to figure out which dude did it to them! Some
people just have no pride at all! None of my friends came around because
most of them were either on house arrest or their conditions of probation
were such that we weren't allowed to associate with each other! Talk about
'stir crazy'! I was fuckin' goin' out of my mind!

Of course, the only thing that I could do was sleep, work out and beat my
meat. I took to jackin' three or four times a day - mostly just for
somethin' to do! That pretty well used up my fuck books real fast. I didn't
have enough of them for them not to get real boring real quick and I had no
way to get more. I started more and more to get into fantasizing on my
own. But then a funny thing started happening.

Because I didn't go no where and I spent most of my time alone, I stopped
takin' showers all that often. After all, who the fuck was there to smell
me - other than me? And the funny thing about that was, I started to kinda
like the way I was smellin'. I was startin' to like the stink in my pits
and the raunchy smells that rose from my groin. I started to notice that
those smells were triggering those memories of my Dad when I was a little
kid. My scent was a lot like his. I knew this, because he still came home
smellin' that way. And for some reason, smellin' like Dad, made me very
happy - and very horny!

I would lie on my bed, playin' with my cock and smellin' my own raunchy
body. I would really get into it! I'd raise my arm (the one I wasn't
jackin' with) and turn my head so my nose would be right in my damp, stinky
pit. I'd lay there, drawin' in all that raunchy smell and gettin' harder by
the second! Fuck! I'd have to pull my nose out to keep from spoongin'.
After all, I didn't have nothin' else to do so I wanted this to last!

Next, I would run my hand down my body to my balls and grope them,
squeezing them gently while I slowly jacked my cock. Then I'd bring my hand
to my face and take a deep whiff of the scent of my balls. Awesome! The
stink on my hand would get me goin' again and I'd have to let go of my cock
to keep from cummin' too soon.

Now, speaking of my cock, I'm a lot like Dad in that department as well.
The house we live in is small, just two bedrooms and one bathroom so I've
seen him with a piss-hard in the mornings sometimes on his way to the
bathroom to piss and get rid of it. I gotta tell 'ya, I've seen some cocks
on guys in the locker rooms over the years but nothin' to compare to Dad! I
figure it's about ten inches and very thick! I been measuring mine since I
was about twelve so I know that I've got nine and a quarter inches and I'm
still growin'. I have the same thickness as Dad. I'm a 'chip off the old
block' in almost every way.

Dad's about 6'2" and I'm about 6'1" but, like I said, I'm still
growin'. I've got Dad's blond hair and blue eyes. Dad's got a good bod on
him because he's never let it go. We have a gym down in the basement and we
both work out. Since I've been on house arrest, I've been hittin' the
weights pretty hard and I've been bulking up and defining a lot more. Even
Dad noticed and said something about it a couple nights ago. 'Course, one
of the problems with workin' out so much, is that I get real horny from it
so that's increased my jackin' as well.

There's one other way that Dad and I are alike. Our cocks are both uncut. I
remember Dad tellin' me he had to fight with the doctors when I was born to
get me left 'natural'. Dad told me when I was young that someday I'd thank
him for that. I already have! It makes jackin' so much easier than guys who
are cut. It also makes somethin' else that was really startin' to get to
me.

As I'd been gettin' into the smells of my body, there was one smell that
was really drivin' me 'round the bend! I'd been taught by Dad when I was
real young how to keep my hood clean so that the smegma wouldn't build up
inside it. But since I ain't been showering, the smegma and the smell of it
had been building up under my hood. As I stroked my cock, movin' my skin up
and down, the scent of the build-up started to fill the room. Fuck! That's
raunchy! I wanted more!

I pulled the hood all the way down, holding the skin at the base of my hard
cock so that the underside of my cockhead was exposed. The scent became
really strong then. I took some of the white flecks on my finger and
brought it to my nose. Fuck! The stink went right up my nose and about
drove me wild! It was so nasty and raunchy, the real stink of a real male!
I closed my eyes and just inhaled deeply of it and all a sudden, without
even thinkin' about it, I shoved my finger in my mouth and started tasting
it!

The pungent, acrid burn of it hit my tongue and up inside my nose almost at
the same time! Fuck!  It tasted just like really stinky cheese! Now I
finally understood why they call it 'head cheese'. I always figured it was
because it looked somewhat like cottage cheese - but it sure as fuck didn't
taste like that! No! This taste was way more strong - stronger than
anything I'd ever tasted in my life! I loved it! I opened my eyes and took
my finger and started gatherin' up all the morsels of it that I could from
my cock and bringin' them to my mouth to savor as I continued to jack off.

When I'd gotten all the cock cheese I could find, I started playin' with my
balls again. I slid my finger down to play with my butt as well. I'd
discovered how awesome playin' with your butt could be when I was about
15. I was in the locker room one day after wrestling practice and overheard
two other dudes on the team given each other some shit about
butt-fuckin'. I'd never thought about fuckin' a chick in the butt before
but these dudes were talkin' about fuckin' another dude up the ass! They
were sayin' that the way one of the dude's rode his opponent's back during
practice, he seemed to be wantin' to shove his cock up his opponent's butt!

Now, I figured they were lyin'! No dude, or chick for that matter, could
take a fuckin' cock up their hole! Shit! It was way too small for that! It
would hurt like a bitch! But that night, while I was jackin' before I went
to sleep (I always have to jack at least once to get to sleep - otherwise
my fuckin' cock keeps me awake all night!) I decided to check it out. I
took my finger and ran it into my butt-trench until I was fingerin' my
hole. I couldn't believe how fuckin' good it felt!  Damn! Maybe there was
somethin' to this shit about butt-fuckin' after all! I tried pushin' my
finger into my hole, but like I figured, it hurt way too much! So I learned
just to play around the outside of my hole. That felt really good! So I
kept doing that.

But this time, I decided that since I was gettin' off on my own stink,
there was one stink that was probably the most intense of all - my
butt-stink! I could feel my ass was real wet and greasy. I was sweatin'
cause it was a real hot day. I slowly brought the finger that had been in
crack to my nose and was almost completely blown away by the smell! Holy
Fuck!!! That was the most righteous stink I'd ever smelled! Dark, musky,
pungent, strong! I instantly fell in love with the smell of my own butt! I
went back for more! I ran my finger up and down my ass-crack several times
gettin' as much of the nasty smell on my finger as I could and then brought
it back to my nose. I took a long, deep whiff of it and moaned out loud at
the smell! FUCK!

Then my warped little brain got a brilliant idea! 'Wanna get REALLY nasty?
Taste it! Taste your own fuckin' butt stink!' my brain was telling
me...well, the brain I thought with most of the time...the one in the
little head! So I popped my finger in my mouth. As the stink of it rose up
my nose, my tongue was tasting something tangy, musky, salty and maybe just
a little bitter but it was great! I loved it! I especially loved the taste
mixed with the really raunchy smell of it!  I decided I wanted more!

I slid my now wet finger back down in my crack and started slidin' it
around. I was runnin' it around my hole. I don't know how it happened,
maybe I was just relaxed or somethin' but all of a sudden - my finger
slipped right into my hole! Not only that - it felt GOOD! I pushed in and
the farther I went, the better it fuckin' felt! I touched somethin' up
inside me that was kinda hard and almost came from the feelings! FUCK! I
started playin' in my hole, runnin' my finger in and out like I was fuckin'
myself and the feelings were overwhelming! I began to believe in
butt-fuckin'!

As I lay there, snortin' on the stink of my body, including the smells that
were now coming from me fingerin' my butt, my mind kinda drifted off in
fantasies! I started fantasizing about this big, drippin' cock, uncut,
thick, leakin' cock-snot and smellin' of smegma! I fantasized jackin' it,
lickin' it and then havin' it rammin' in my ass just like my fuckin' finger
was doin'! Fantasies like I'd never had in my whole fuckin' life! I
couldn't figure out what cock it was I was fantasizin' about. At first I
thought it was my own, but it was bigger, had more hair around it. Blond
hair....Oh, my fucking God! I was dreamin' about my DAD'S COCK!!!

I no more realized that then my cock started blowin' a huge load of
spoonge! It was like I couldn't stop cummin'! All over my face, down my
chest and across my six-pack! I was blowin' a load dreamin' about my Dad
fuckin' me!

I lay there, spent and exhausted from the orgasm, my mind reeling! How
could this be? What the fuck kinda pervert was I! Wantin' my Dad to fuck
me! Wantin' to taste and smell his fuckin' cock! I was completely weirded
out by all this! But what made things worse is...my fuckin' cock wouldn't
go down! The more I thought about doin' this shit with my Dad, the harder
it seemed to get!

I couldn't understand this! Was I queer? I'll admit I like bein' around
guys more than chicks.  Maybe that was the reason why. I started to think
about my love for locker rooms. I began to realize that one of the things I
loved about them was the smells of sweat and musk from other guys. And,
yeah, I had to admit, I really had an appreciation for other's guys'
well-developed bodies. And I always had a fascination with what their dicks
looked like. I'd just always chocked that one up to 'natural curiosity' but
maybe it was something more?

I lay there most of the afternoon trying to come to terms with all of
this. I didn't know what to do, who to talk to about it. The only person I
trusted to talk to was Dad. And I couldn't talk to him about this! Could
I?!

Finally, exhausted from all of the emotional turmoil I was goin' through, I
fell asleep. I didn't even bother to clean the cum from my body and I guess
my hand was still holdin' on to my hard cock because when I woke up, it was
still wrapped around my hard nine inches.

What woke me up was Dad, standin' in the open doorway of my room, just
wearin' a pair of old work jeans, lookin' at me with a strange grin on his
face. I knew it was nuts, but it almost looked like Dad was horny! Dad?
Horny? Lookin' at me?!

I grinned in embarrassment at the condition I was in.

"Hey! About time you woke up! I been callin' your name for 10 minutes! Must
have been some dream you were havin'!" Dad laughed, noting my 'condition'.

Wonder what he'd say if I told him that my 'dream' had been of me suckin'
his cock and him fuckin' me?!

"Yeah...it was." I said, hesitantly.

"Must have been! You shot off quite a load there! In fact, this room smells
like you've let quite a few loads off!" Dad laughed. "And you must be
really ripe, boy, 'cause I can smell you all the way over here."

"Well...okay, I ain't taken a shower today." I said, sitting up in the bed
so my hardon wouldn't be so obvious.

"From the smell, I would bet it was two or three days." Dad grinned. "Don't
get me wrong. I ain't bothered by it. Hell! You smell like the guys down at
the job-site and I'm around them all day."

At that point, Dad lifted his arm and snorted his own pit.

"I'm one to talk! I reek pretty good, too!" Dad said grinning at me.

I don't know what got into me! It was one of those times (that I have WAY
too often) when my mouth was running and neither of my brains were 'in
gear'! That's the only explanation I have for what came out of it!

"I like the way you smell, Dad." I said.

Oh, FUCK! What the fuck did I just say?! Oh, fuckin' shit! How am I gonna
explain that one!

"You do?" Dad said quietly as a slow grin spread across his face. "I gotta
admit, so do I. I like when I stink like this - all smelly and sweaty. Why
do you like it, Kevin?"

"Well...it reminds me of when I was a little boy and you used to come home
everyday from work and hug me and hold me. You smelled like that then." I
said.

"You miss me huggin' you and holdin' you, Kevin?" Dad asked quietly,
searching my face for somethin' but I didn't know what.

"Yeah." I said very quietly, my voice barely above a whisper and my face
turned down so that I was lookin' away from Dad. "I don't know why you
stopped. For a long time, I thought I'd done something wrong or somethin'."

Dad came over and sat on the side of the bed. He reached out and took me in
his arms. I felt his strong, muscular arms go around me and I smelled his
strong scent surrounding me for the first time in so many years! With all
the turmoil that was goin' on inside me, my emotions just completely
overwhelmed me and I threw my arms around him and started bawlin' like a
baby!!!  Me, 18 years old and cryin' in Daddy's arms! I was so ashamed of
myself! I just wanted a hole to open up and swallow me!

Dad didn't say anything, he just held me in his arms, letting me get it all
out of my system. I don't know how long I cried. It felt like hours! I felt
I was never goin' to stop! I held onto him so tight, not wanting him to
ever let go of me! I know it took a long while, but I finally was all
'cried out'.  I calmed down. I expected Dad, at that point, to let go of
me, but he didn't. He just kept holding me in his arms. I felt his head dip
down and press his nose to my shoulder. I heard him breathe deep and
somehow knew it was my scent that he was breathin' in, my scent that he was
after! I didn't know why he was doin' that. Maybe it was because I was doin
the same thing to him. I was tryin' to breathe in all of his scent that I
could while he held me.

"You wanna talk about what's botherin' you?" Dad finally said, his voice
low and soft.

I guess I kinda 'froze' in his arms at that point. I knew he felt it. How
could I talk to him about what was botherin' me?! It was HIM that was
botherin' me - the way I felt about him, the way I was turned on to him,
the way I wanted him! Fuck! My cock was rock hard and drippin' just from
bein' this close to him! I didn't know where this was comin' from all of a
sudden like this. Or maybe it wasn't so 'all of a sudden'? Maybe I'd always
wanted this but repressed it or somethin'.  I didn't know! But how could I
talk to him about it?

"I don't know how." I said honestly.

"What do you mean, Kev?" Dad asked and I could hear the concern in his
voice which just made it harder! I didn't want him to hate me and I knew he
would if I told him.

"I don't know how to talk about this. I'm afraid you'll hate me if I do." I
said.

I didn't know how to lie to him. I never have. If there's one thing that
Dad and I both believe in, it's being honest.

"Kev, that can't happen. I can never hate you! I love you. You're my whole
life. Whatever you've done, I'm not going to hate you for it." he said.

"It isn't something I've done." I said quietly.

"Then what is it?" Dad asked, confusion showing in his voice.

I pulled out of his arms and got up off the bed. I walked over to the
window of my room, my back to him. I couldn't say this if I had to look at
him or he was touching me.

"I...I think...well...I think that I'm gay."

Oh, Fuck! I'd said it! Somehow that made it true! And having said it, I
could feel inside myself that it was true.

"Kev, why do you think that?" Dad asked quietly.

His voice was soft. There was no shock, nor horror, no condemnation in
it. Just a quiet request for the truth.

"Well...I've always kinda known that I didn't like girls much. Didn't like
being around 'em. I like being around guys more." I said.

"There's a lot of guys who feel that way without being gay, Kev." Dad
pointed out.

"I know that, Dad, but there's more than that." I said turning and facing
him.

"Okay. What else, Kev?" Dad asked, smiling gently at me.

"Well..." I said, turning from him again. "I've really started to get into
my own body...like the smells and the tastes of it. I'm starting to
discover that I like...well...some pretty raunchy things."  I said.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with that, Kev. I'll admit that I like the way my body
smells sometimes - especially when I'm all hot and sweaty. I kinda figured
you like that, too, considering how ripe you are right now." Dad said.

I quickly looked around to see if that was a criticism but Dad's grin
didn't change so I guessed he was okay with it.

"Is that it, Kev?" he asked me.

"No." I hung my head. "I've been getting into these fantasies about doin'
stuff with another guy."  I said quietly, not looking at him.

"What kinda stuff?" Dad asked, his voice low and hoarse.

"Well...like...gettin' into the smells and tastes of his body...suckin' his
cock...havin' him fuck me..." I stumbled to a stop. I'd said these things
so quietly, I wasn't sure if Dad heard them or not. Fuck! I barely heard
them as I said them!

Dad didn't say anything for a moment and then I heard his voice again.

"Have you ever done any of those things with another guy?" he asked.

"No. I never have. I've only just begun to figure out that's what I want to
do!" I said, still not looking at him.

"Do you fantasize about guys when you jack off?" he asked.

"Yeah....yeah, I do." I said.

"Is it some particular guy or just guys in general?" he asked.

I hesitated. How was I gonna answer this? How was I gonna tell my own
fuckin' father that he was the star of my jack-off fantasy?!

"Uhh...well...mostly...uhh....just one...just one guy." I mumbled and
turned around facing the window again.

I stood there trembling. I was so afraid that he was gonna ask who it was!
I didn't know what the fuck I would say at that point. I heard the bed
creak behind me and Dad's footfalls as he walked across the room. He walked
up behind me and I could feel his body pressing against mine. His arms
slipped around my waist and he drew me back tighter into him. I felt his
hard cock press against my butt through his dirty work jeans. I could feel
his sweaty chest against my back. I could smell his scent and my cock was
bone hard and dripping. Suddenly I moaned because I felt his mouth on my
shoulder, licking and biting at it! It was the most erotic thing I've ever
felt in my life!

"If you want me to stop, just say so." he murmured softly in my ear.

I didn't know what was happening! I hadn't told him, I know I hadn't!
Somehow he guessed, somehow he knew what I wanted, somehow he knew it was
him that I wanted!

"Dad! Oh, fuck! Dad!" I groaned and felt my body go almost limp in his
arms.

I turned in his arms until we were looking into each other's faces.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I didn't for sure, Kev. It just all made sense though. I could see the
hunger in your eyes when you were looking at me. Just like now." he said,
smiling.

"Does it show that bad?" I asked quietly, not taking my eyes from his.

"Yeah, Kev. It does." he smiled. "Can't you see it in my eyes?"

"You...you want me?" I asked.

I couldn't believe this! My Dad wanted me? Fuck!

"Trust me, I would never have told you. I didn't want to hurt you or lose
you. Frankly, I wondered for a long time if you were gay. I mean, I noticed
that you didn't date much - didn't seem to enjoy it. And I noticed that you
were always more at ease around other guys. But that didn't mean
anything. I waited for you to tell me." he said.

"But are you gay, Dad?" I asked, not understanding what was really going on
here.

"Well...yes and no. I guess you would say that I'm bisexual. I do prefer
guys. Now, before you ask, no. Your mother didn't know and, yes. I did love
her. I loved her very much. So much, that I wasn't interested in being
involved with another woman after she...well...after she died." Dad said.

"Have you had sex with other guys?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do. Quite a lot. A lot of different guys because I didn't want to
get involved with a guy either, because of you. I didn't want you to have
to be explaining why your Dad had a boyfriend."  he smiled.

"I'm sorry." I said, really meaning it.

"Don't be sorry! I told you. You're my life. You have been since the day
you were born. When they put you in my arms in the delivery room, I lost my
heart to you. You are more important to me than anybody else in this
world." Dad said and gently went to kiss me in the forehead.

I reached up and grabbed his face before he could kiss me and held it in
front of me. I moved in and gently kissed his lips. Not a long kiss. I
didn't quite know how he was gonna react to it. I pulled back and looked
into his eyes.

"Are you sure, Kev? Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I'm very sure." I said, pushing my hard cock against his.

"I'm asking you because, once we cross this bridge, there's no going back."
Dad said. "It can never be the way it was before."

"Now that you know about me and I know about you, can anything be the way
it was before?" I asked him.

"No, I guess not." Dad smiled.

"Then I don't see what the problem is." I said.

"I guess you're right. There's no problem." Dad said.

"Well...there is one..." I said.

"What?" Dad asked.

"You've got too many fuckin' clothes on!" I grinned.

"Wanna do something about that?" Dad asked, grinning.

"I sure as fuck would!" I grinned back.

I gently pushed Dad back so that he took his arms from around me. I then
sank to my knees and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. I pulled down
the zipper and pulled them open. Dad was, as usual, commando. Neither one
of us liked underwear. Fuck! We didn't like clothes so the less we had the
wear the better!

I let Dad's jeans slid down around his ankles and there it was! His cock!
His hard, dripping stalk of manmeat! Then a thought hit me. I was looking
at the cock that made me! Oh, fuck! That hit me like a fuckin' hurricane!
Fuck! It was that cock that fucked me into existence! I leaned forward and
shoved my nose into Dad's crotch. The strong, sweaty, raunchy scent hit me
and I moaned out loud.

"Yeah! That raunchy enough for 'ya, boy?" Dad growled.

I looked up, my nose still stuffed in his crotch.

"Fuck! Yeah! I love it!"

"Suck up all that stink you want, boy! It's all for you!" Dad husked, his
voice full of horniness.

I snorted loud and long of Dad's sweaty, pissy crotch. The scent of his
heavy male musk made me almost dizzy with horniness and desire. I not only
wanted to sniff his crotch, I wanted to taste it! I began licking his
crotch hair, tasting the saltiness of his sweat, the tang of his musk and
the briny taste of dried piss. It was a combination that I had smelled on
my own hands from my own crotch but never really tasted. Now that I did, I
couldn't get enough of it! Within a few minutes, Dad's crotch was a sloppy
mess of my spit. But I was just gettin' started!

I moved down until my nose was pressed against his sweaty, hairy
balls. Fuck! The man-funk of his furry sack was strong and raunchy! It was
different from the rest of his groin. A darker, richer scent and one that
drove me into a total fuck-lust! I breathed deep of the scent and then
began licking at the furry sack. Dad started moaning as my tongue laved his
balls in my spit. The taste of his nuts was tangy and salty. It was the
taste of a 'man'! I was surrounded by manstink and lovin' every moment of
it.

Before I could move on from Dad's balls, however, he had some other
ideas. He reached down and grabbed me under the arms, draggin' me to my
feet.

"That's enough of that for now, boy." he growled. "Time for Daddy to have
some fun."

I grinned at him. I didn't know what the fuck he had in mind, but whatever
it was, it was fine with me! Well, almost...I didn't realize what it was he
had planned.

"You know, boy, I never did punish you for that fuckin' stupid stunt you
pulled." he said, his voice low and mean.

"No, Dad." I gulped.

"What the fuck do you think I should do to 'ya, huh?" he growled.

"Whatever you want, Daddy." I said quietly.

Then it hit me. I hadn't called him 'Daddy' since I was a fuckin' little
kid! All of a sudden, I felt like I was just that - a snot-nosed little
rug-rat. And there was somethin' very good about feelin' like that!

"Yeah, that's right boy. I'm your 'Daddy' and just like I used to, I think
it's time I busted your fuckin' ass again for your misbehavior." Dad said
and with that, he kicked off his jeans so that he was naked.

He pulled out the desk chair that was next to my bed and put it in the
middle of the room in the open. Dad sat down in the chair and patted his
leg with his hand.

"Come 'ere boy! Lay your fuckin' butt across Daddy's lap. Time for a
spankin'. That ought to set you straight!" Dad said.

I couldn't fuckin' believe this! Here I was, 18 years old and my old man
was going to give me a spanking! Fuck! This just couldn't be happenin'! But
it was real fuckin' obvious that the Old Man was serious as fuck! He was
gonna fuckin' bust my ass! Luckily, he must have been goin' to use his hand
because he didn't pull the belt outa his jeans!

I didn't know what else to do! I laid across his spread legs, my fuckin'
butt in the air and waited to have him beat my fuckin' ass!

"Yeah! Let's see how red I can make that pretty butt of yours." Dad said as
his hand slowly stroked across my smooth bubble butt.

The feeling of his hand was arousing. It swirled gently over the skin of my
butt, making circles.  Then, without any warning...

SMACK!

Dad's hand came down on my right butt cheek with a resounding slap of his
open hand. It caught me completely by surprise and I cried out!

"Oww!"

"Oww? The little boy said 'Oww'? I'll fuckin' give you 'Oww'!" Dad growled
and his hand came down again.

SMACK!!

Harder this time, and on my left butt cheek! This time I merely grunted,
having expected the contact of his hand with my butt.

SMACK!! SMACK!!

Two rapid hits to my butt, one on each cheek! Harder than the other two had
been. Dad was starting to really warm up to this and I could feel my
butt-cheeks gettin' warm as well!

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Again, one slap to each cheek and harder than any previous ones.

SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!

Now Dad set up a rhythm. Smacking one ass cheek and then the other, warmin'
my fuckin' tail like he'd never done before. I began to realize how much he
had to hold back when I was little and he would spank me. If he had hit my
butt with this force when I was 4 or 5, I still wouldn't be able to sit
down!

As Dad continued to methodically wail on my ass, somethin' started
happenin' that I could not explain. My fuckin' cock started to rise! Not
only rise but get as hard as I could ever remember it bein' and drippin'
cock-snot like a leaky faucet! I looked down and could see a puddle of my
fuckin' juice on the floor between Dad's legs! I didn't want to admit it to
myself but it looked like I'd discovered yet another fuckin' 'kink' - I
fuckin' was gettin' off on my old man beatin' my fuckin' ass!

But that wasn't all! I kept feelin' something pokin' my gut and hittin' my
own hard rod. At first, I couldn't tell what it was, but suddenly it dawned
on me - there was only one thing it could be! My Dad's cock! Dad was as
hard as I was! And there was only on thing that could have caused that.  My
Dad was fuckin' gettin' off on beatin' my ass! I couldn't believe it at
first but then I looked down between his legs again and that puddle down on
the floor of cock-snot wasn't all mine!  Dad's fuckin' cock was so hard, it
was drippin' on the floor as well! Fuck!

SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...

The rhythmic beatin' of my butt by Dad's hand continued. Now I started
moaning! Not just because my butt was gettin' really sore but because my
cock was so hard and the fuckin' smacks were makin' me hornier than fuck! I
didn't believe it could happen but I was close to fuckin' cummin' just from
havin' my ass spanked! This wasn't fuckin' possible! No way that my Dad
could fuckin' beat a load of cum outa me just by wailin' on my ass!

SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...SMACK!!!...

Oh, fuck! I could feel myself going over edge! The harder that Dad smacked
my ass, the stronger the tingles that shot though my fuckin' balls and into
my cock! This couldn't be fuckin' happenin'!  Oh! Fuck! I couldn't hang on!
Dad's hand came down and smacked against my ass and...

"AHH!!!... FUCK!!!" I screamed as my fuckin' cock began to unload,
untouched and unbidden.

My white, creamy spoonge shot out, drenching my Dad's leg and thigh, as
well as creating a splatter pattern on the floor! I don't think I've ever
cum that much at one time in my entire life!  And considering the fact that
I'd already cum twice that day, it was nothing short of monumental!

My outburst caught my Dad by complete surprise, just as it had me. He
stopped as I convulsed on his lap, my hips thrusting my cock into the open
air between his legs as I delivered volley after volley of hot boy-cum. I
think it took Dad a few minutes to figure out what the fuck was goin' on
with me. By the time he did, I had collapsed over his lap, my cock still
drooling cum but the orgasm having wiped me out!

Dad's hands now were softly rubbing my back and my ass. My ass was sore but
tingled at the touch of his hand, gently smoothing my red, hot butt-cheeks.

"Fuck, boy! Did you cum?" Dad asked quietly.

"Yes, Daddy." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit! I had no idea that I could do that to ya!" Dad said in awe.

"I didn't either."

Dad lifted me up off his lap and told me to lay face down on my bed. He
went into the bathroom and came back with some salve that contained some
kind of topical anesthetic because it immediately cooled my burning
butt-cheeks and then almost immediately numbed them so that I could feel
almost nothing. Dad very gently massaged the stuff into my ass, making my
butt feel really good but also making my cock begin to bone again.

As Dad massaged my butt, he started spreadin' my cheeks apart, evidently
looking at my butt- trench and hole. I knew from my own exploration that my
butt-crack is nearly hairless and that my butt hole is a dusky rose
color. I also know that my own butt-scent is rank and raunchy and,
therefore, a tremendous turn on to me. Evidently to Dad, too, because the
next thing I could hear was him sniffin' deep and, lookin' back over my
shoulder, I could see that it was my fuckin' crack he had his nose shoved
in sniffin'!

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Smell my ass, Daddy! Smell your boy's butt! You like how
it stinks?! You like my butt funk? Huh, Daddy! You like the way your boy's
butt smells?!"

I don't know where all this trash came from that was comin' out of my
mouth, but evidently it turned Dad on all to hell because he was moanin'
and really snortin' my crack the whole time!

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! I love your crack, boy! I love the way it fuckin' smells!"
Dad groaned as he snorted deeply of my butt-scent.

I didn't know where this was fuckin' goin'. All I knew was my cock was bone
hard beneath me and I was really gettin' off on Dad smellin' my butt. It
was Dad that took the next step, one I never even imagined! All of a
sudden, I felt something wet and wiggly sliding through my trench!  I
looked back to see my Dad fuckin' lickin' my fuckin' butt!

"Ahh! FUCK!!!" I moaned. "Yeah! Lick my butt! Eat my fuckin' hole! Lick out
my stinkin' ass!"

Dad took me at my word and began to lave his tongue up and down my
crack. As his tongue slid over my sensitive hole, I moaned in need - the
need to feel his tongue licking at my hole! Dad seemed to understand that
need because I felt his tongue circling my opening and then his mouth
locked to my hole and began to gently suck on it. His tongue, at the same
time, made like a spear and pushed at the opening to my ass. I don't know
where I got the idea, but I pushed down on my ass muscles like I was taken
a shit and I could feel my hole loosen and then Dad's tongue begin to slide
inside me!

"FUCK!!! YEAH!!! Eat out my hole! Fuck me with your tongue! Eat all my
nasty ass!" I screamed out.

Dad's tongue began to move rapidly in and out of my hole, just like a
small, wet cock fucking me.  I loved the feeling! The more he did it, the
more relaxed my hole became! But the more he tongue-fucked me, the more my
ass started to crave something bigger inside it!

Dad provided that by adding one of his thick, blunt fingers to my
butt-hole. Sliding it inside me on his saliva and my ass-juices, he slowly
slid it completely up my ass. Then he began moving it in and out,
finger-fucking me until my ass was uncontrollably pushing back to get more
and more of his finger up inside me. I heard my Dad chuckle deep in his
throat at this sluttish reaction from me. I didn't fuckin' care! I was
feelin' shit I'd never felt in my whole fuckin' life and I was lovin' every
minute of it!

Because it was my Dad, I could let myself completely go! I trusted him
beyond anyone else in the world not to hurt me in any way. I knew that
whatever we did, he would always take care of me. I knew he loved me and I
wanted the chance to show him just how much I loved - and wanted - him!

"Ahh! Yeah! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your boy's ass!" I
begged.

"You want my fuckin' cock in your ass, boy? You want Daddy to fuck that
slut hole of yours, make you my pussy-boy? Huh? Is that what you want?" he
demanded.

"Fuck yeah! Shove your fuckin' cock up my ass! Fuck me like a fuckin' slut!
Use my ass like a pussy! I want it! I need it! Gimme your fuckin' cock!" I
begged.

"If you want my cock, boy, you need to fuckin' taste it first!" Dad said
and got up off the bed.

He never took his finger our of my butt, just moved around to where his
hard ten inches were right before my eyes. His cock looked huge! I had
second thoughts about takin' his huge fuckin' boner up my shit-chute but
then I moved my face closer and smelled it! Fuck! I could smell the sweat
and dried piss but beyond that, I could smell the heavy scent of smegma
coming from his hood! Like I said before, Dad was uncut like me. I could
smell the manstink of smegma comin' from the ruffled lips of his
foreskin. I knew it had been a while since my Dad had cleaned it out
because nobody got THAT heavy a smell of cock-cheese unless it built up
over time! I knew.  Mine was just gettin' to the rank level of ripeness and
I hadn't cleaned out my hood in three days.

I reached out and skinned down his foreskin until it pulled away from his
dickhead and exposed the creamy, stinkin' smegma that I loved! I pulled on
his cock, moving my nose towards it as the same time until my nose brushed
up against Dad's hardon. I moaned as my nose was filled with the very male,
very ripe and raunchy stink of Dad's cockhead. Fuck! I snorted his
cock-stink, breathing deep and moaning as I did so.

"Yeah, you like that fuckin' cheese, don'tcha boy? I bet you'd like to
taste that fuckin' smegma, wouldn't you?" Dad growled as he watched me
snortin' his stink.

"Fuck, yeah! I want all your fuckin' cock-stink!" I moaned and licked out
with my tongue, gathering some of the creamy raunch on it.

The pungent flavor of the ripe head-cheese burst in my mouth while the
stink rose up my nose like smoke! I loved it. It was riper, more mature,
heavier than my own that I'd licked from my fingers.  This was a man's
raunch! Seasoned, mature, heavy! I loved it. I pulled his cock back to my
mouth and, putting my mouth over his cockhead, began licking all the
built-up gunk from under his flange. He moaned deep in his throat as my
tongue teased his cock. Beyond the headcheese, I was also getting a
mouthful of his cock-snot. Saltier than mine but with a sweetness that was
somewhat the same. I loved it, too! I wondered what my Dad's cum tasted
like? I figured I would love that as well! I loved everything that came
from his cock!

Now, that thought brought me up short! Everything? There was one thing that
came from his cock I hadn't thought about before. I tasted the remnants of
some of it in his crotch hair but...what about his piss?! My head was
suddenly filled with this picture of me, my mouth open and my Dad pissin'
in it like I was a urinal or somethin'! This was the grossest, most
disgusting thing I'd ever imagined and I immediately wanted to do it! Every
time I thought I'd gone as kinky as I could go - another door seemed to
open and I discovered something even nastier that turned me on! Could I go
through with it? Could I really drink Dad's piss? Would he even let me?

I didn't really have time to contemplate this. Dad, by now was diggin' two
fingers in my asshole and I was moaning like a two-dollar whore, wantin'
more and more for my ass to be filled with somethin' bigger! Dad, however,
abruptly pulled his fingers out of my hole and his cock out of my mouth.

"I got to get somethin', boy. You just stay there." he ordered.

Like I was goin' anywhere with this fuckin' bracelet on my fuckin' ankle
rattin' me out if I so much as leave the fuckin' house?! Not hardly! Dad
was back in a minute with a bottle in his hand.  I looked at it
questioningly.

"Lube. I don't wanna fuck you dry the first time! They'd hear your fuckin'
screams halfway down the fuckin' block!" Dad grinned.

He pulled open one cheek of my butt and put the spout of the bottle right
at my fuckhole and squeezed. I could feel the cold liquid going in my ass
and I gasped.

"Sorry, guess it's colder than I thought. Don't worry, I'll warm it the
fuck up for ya!" Dad said.

He then coated two of his fingers with the stuff and they slid into my
butthole real easy! He started really fuckin' me with his fingers and I
moaned at the good feelings in my ass! Fuck! My ass-pussy was so hot! I
needed fucked, and I needed fucked right the fuck NOW!

Dad wasn't done gettin' me ready, though. The next thing I knew, he added
another finger until three of his huge, long, thick fingers were workin' in
and out of my ass. He also took to spreadin' them, forcing my hole to open
even further. I loved the feeling of him spreadin' my ass-lips and moaned
as my butt pushed back to eagerly be penetrated by them.

"Yeah, you fuckin' want this bad, don'tcha boy? You wanna get fucked! That
fuckin' boy-pussy of yours is just suckin' at my fingers, beggin' for
something bigger!" Dad leaned down and cooed softly in my ear.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Please fuck me! Gimme your cock! Shove that Daddy cock up
my fuckin' ass!"  I begged.

"Fuck, yeah, boy! I'm gonna take your cherry! Ain't had me no boy-cherry in
a long damn time!  I'm gonna really enjoy splittin' your tail open!" he
growled.

He pulled his fingers from my butt and I felt him adding more lube to my
hole. Then I heard the slurping sound of him lubing up that huge
man-splitter of his before I felt the blunt knob of it, knockin' at my
back-door. I don't know how Dad intended to enter me. I didn't give him any
choice! My ass was so hungry to be filled, I just pushed right the fuck
back on his cock and it slid completely inside me in one, long glide! We
both ended up moaning at the same time.

"AHH!!! FUCK!!!" I groaned as his cock slid home in my butt for the first
time!

"FUCK!!!" Dad moaned at the feeling of my ass gobbling up his cock.

I won't say there wasn't any pain! Shit! At first it hurt like fuckin'
hell! But it hurt so good! Dad grabbed hold of me and held me in place so
that I couldn't move. Gradually, my shit-chute relaxed and the pain went
completely away. All that was left was the incredible feeling of fullness!
A fullness unlike any I'd ever felt in my life! I was filled up with
Daddy's cock and I loved it! I thought this would be the ultimate! Little
did I realize how my entire perception of life and pleasure was about to
change!

If you've never been fucked up the ass by a man's cock, there is no fuckin'
way in hell to describe what it feels like. It is nothin' like fuckin'! I
don't care how many asses or pussies you've fucked in your life, you have
no fuckin' idea of what bein' fucked is like! And you might never want to
know what it feels like because you just may never be able to get your fill
of it! When Dad started pullin' his cock back out of my butt and then
slammin' it back in, I thought I had fuckin' died and gone to heaven! All I
could do was lay there and groan at the incredible feelings that were going
through my body! The only thing I could voice was my desire for more!

"Fuck me! Oh yeah! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck you boy! Fuck me HARD! Really fuck
me HARD!  HARDER! PLEASE!!!" I begged.

"You want it harder, slut?! You want your Daddy's cock tearin' up your
pussy, huh, slut?! You love that cock in your ass, don'tcha boy?! You want
it harder? I'll give it to you harder, slut!"  Dad growled at me as he
fucked harder and harder into my hole!

Dad fucked me harder than I'd ever fucked anybody in my life. I doubt if
any girl I'd ever fucked could take being fucked as hard as my Dad fucked
me! But I could take it and was still beggin' for more! Dad gave me all he
had, piledriven that fuckin' cock of his into my shit-hole, power- fuckin'
my boy-pussy until I was a quivering mass of electrified nerves! I didn't
even realize I was on the verge of shootin' my nut until it was too late to
try and stop or hold back. I came screamin' while my Dad continued to plow
my hole with his big dick!

"AHHH!!! FUCK!!!" I screamed as my cock shot it's load of teen-cum all over
the bed beneath me.

"Yeah! Get it, boy! Get your nut! Fuckin' cum on your Daddy's cock fuckin'
you!" Dad exclaimed as I shot my load of spoonge.

He didn't stop though! He kept right on poundin' my shit-chute with his
man-rammer, not carin' if I came or not! I could feel his balls slappin'
into me every time his cock slammed up my shit- hole. Harder and harder,
faster and faster he fucked me. I didn't know where he got the stamina for
this, but I was sure grateful for it - wherever it came from. Before I knew
it, my cock, which had never gone soft for a second, tingled with the wave
of a new orgasm!

I wanted to feel more of Daddy's cock in my ass so I started squeezin' my
ass muscles to get more of the feelin' of his cock fuckin' the shit outa my
ass. The results of this were almost immediate!

"Ahh, yeah!" Dad screamed. "Tighten that fuckin' hole! Fuckin' milk my cock
with your shit- hole! Fuck! You've got the best hole I ever fucked, boy!
The hole I fuckin' made! Suckin' on my fuckin' cock! Wantin' my load!
Wantin' me to fuck you full of the cum that made you!"

That thought hit my brain like a run-away freight train! 'The cum that made
me!' FUCK! This was my Dad fuckin' me! The man who fucked my mom to bring
me into existence! His cum, that had made me, was gonna be dumped into the
asshole that it helped make! The thought was too much for me! I screamed
out and dumped another heavy load of my own baby-batter on the wet bed
below me!

"AHHH!!! FUCK!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!" I screamed as I came.

I guess this was enough for Dad because almost as soon as my cock started
belching out spoonge, I could feel him slam into me and his cock begin to
twitch in my butt!

"FUCK!!! TAKE MY LOAD!!! FUCKIN' YOU IN YOUR SHIT-HOLE, BOY!!!" Dad
screamed as he pumped load after load of his Daddy-cum up my ass.

Dad shot so much that I could feel it leakin' outa my hole and runnin' down
my balls! FUCK! My Dad could shoot a load! I lay there, collapsed, unable
to move. Two gut-wrenching orgasms had completely done me in - but not Dad!
He slid his cock outa my shit-chute and I could feel him movin' behind
me. I wasn't sure what he was doin' until I felt his hands pull my
butt-cheeks apart and felt his tongue lickin' up and down my nasty trench
again. His mouth locked to my loose hole and I could feel him exerting
sucking pressure to it. For a moment I wondered what the fuck he was doin'
and then I remembered the only thing I liked about fuckin' a girl, goin'
down on her afterwards and suckin' my cum outa her pussy! Dad was doin' the
same thing - suckin' his load outa my ass!

His tongue and mouth felt so good on my ravaged hole, soothing away any
soreness from the very rough fuck he'd given me. I moaned at the wonderful
feelings he was sending through my butt. I was sorry when he finally
stopped but then he crawled up over me until he was near my mouth. He
pulled my head to his and kissed me deeply! I'd never kissed another guy
before and here I was, suckin' face with my own Dad! But Dad had a big
surprise for me!

This kiss was nasty! When I opened my mouth to him, his tongue shoved a
load of his cum flavored with my assjuice into my mouth! FUCK! What a
nasty, raunchy thing to do! And, of course, I loved it! I loved the taste
of his cum! Strong, masculine, salty. So much more so than mine. And the
tang of my assjuice really set me off! I was moanin' into his mouth, my
tongue licking all over inside his mouth tryin' to get at every last drop
of the rank treat. When there was no more to be had, I looked into his eyes
as I pulled my mouth from his.

"Gimme your cock!" I begged.

He rose up to his knees, presenting his half hard cock covered in his cum
and my assjuices. I immediately went to work, slurping off all the taste
treats I could find, finally taking his entire cock into my mouth and
sucking off every last remnant of my hole! Finally, Dad pulled his cock
from my mouth, too sensitive to have me workin' on it anymore.

"Whew! That's enough for now, boy! I gotta piss!" Dad informed me.

My eyes must have lit up because Dad looked at me funny.

"What?" he asked, I think almost afraid to have me answer.

"I want it!" I said.

"Want what? My cock?" Dad asked, not gettin' it yet.

"I want your piss!" I said, not knowing where the fuck I got the balls to
openly ask for it.

"Fuck!" Dad exclaimed, shaking his head. "You sure, boy?"

"Fuck, yeah I'm sure! I want your fuckin' rank piss!" I repeated.

"Well, I ain't gonna piss on you in bed! Get the fuck up and get in the
fuckin' shower." Dad said.

I hopped up off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I got into the shower
and stood there. I didn't really know what to do. I'd never done this -
never even thought of doin' it! I looked at Dad when he walked into the
room. I guess he could see the kind of lost look on my face.

"Get down on your knees, boy." he said and then stepped into the shower
with me.

He took his cock in his hand and held it. It only took a moment and then
his golden piss burst out of his piss slit and hit me square in the chest!
The pressure and the heat of it surprised me at first.  The smell of it was
enticing and I loved the feeling of his hot piss cascading down my body,
across my abs, through my pubic hair and dripping off my cock. I looked up
at Dad and gave him a horny grin which he returned.

"So you're a fuckin' little piss-pig, too!" he grinned.

"Fuck, yeah!" I grinned back, not really even knowin' what he meant by
that.

As his piss continued to flow, I decided that I had to taste it! I had to
fulfill my fantasy of such a short time ago. I had to take Dad's pissing
cock into my mouth and drink his fuckin' piss! I bent down to where the hot
piss was flowing from his spout and slowly moved forward, my mouth open
until the stream began to flow into me. I tasted piss for the first time
and it wasn't near as bad as I expected. A little on the rank side but
salty/sweet as well. I pulled back and swallowed what was in my mouth. Dad
stopped pissin' and looked down at me.

"You like it?" he asked.

I looked up, my face piss-covered and grinning.

"Fuck, yeah! Gimme more! I wanna drink all your piss!" I begged.

"Yeah, you want Daddy's piss, boy? You wanna be Daddy's urinal?" Dad teased
me, wavin' his cock at me with his hand.

"Fuck, yeah! I want your piss, Daddy! Make me your urinal! I wanna drink
all your hot, stinkin' piss!" I begged again.

He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it towards his groin as
his other hand held his cock.

"Here it is boy. Daddy's fuckin' cock. Drink Daddy's piss for him. Yeah!
Drink a man's piss!"

And saying this, his flow started again as he put his cock inside my
mouth. I closed my lips around it and began swallowing his hot, golden piss
right from his cock. I noticed that the flow had slowed considerably from
before. Evidently, Daddy was holding back, letting his piss out slowly so I
would have an easier time drinking it. I knelt there, nursing on his
pissing cock like a baby nursin' on a woman's tit. I knelt there what felt
like a long time, suckin' down every drop of Dad's piss. His hand stayed on
my head, gently strokin' me as I drank. It was the most incredibly intimate
act that I had ever experienced! Even more than Dad fucking me! When he'd
emptied all his piss in me, I gently began to suck on his cock. He pulled
it out of my mouth, however and turned around.

There, before my eyes, was my Dad's ass! A magnificent sight if there ever
was one! My Dad's ass was everything that a man's ass should be! Lightly
furred with blond hair, round and firm like twin basketballs with a
cleavage between the cheeks that I was eager to bury my nose in! Dad bent
over and reached back with his hands, pulling his cheeks apart so that his
whole fuckin' ass- trench and hole were visible to me.

"Smell my ass, boy! Shove your nose in my crack and smell my ass!" Dad
groaned.

I moved forward and did exactly what he told me to do! Fuck! It was ripe
and raunchy! The mansmells coming from his ass just about knocked me out
but they were so enticing I couldn't pull away! I moved my nose up and down
his furred crack, snorting down as much of his stink as I could until I was
almost hyperventilating.

"Yeah! That's it! Smell my fuckin' ass, boy! Really get your nose filled
with my stink!" Dad moaned as he heard me snorting loudly.

"You like my stink, boy?" Dad asked me.

"Oh! Fuck, yeah! I love your fuckin' raunchy stink, Dad!" I groaned.

"Then taste my fuckin' stink, boy! Lick your Daddy's ass! Clean out my
shit-hole, boy!" Dad ordered.

I immediately started runnin' my tongue up and down his ass-crack, tasting
all the tangy, spicy and tart flavors in his crack. The closer I got to his
wrinkly hole, the stronger the flavors and the smell became. Now there was
even some bitterness to the taste which only added to the thrill. I licked
and lapped at his hole until finally I locked my lips around it and started
sucking on it, pulling his ass-lips into my mouth and caressing them with
my tongue. I pushed against his hole with my tongue and felt it open and
allow my tongue to slide into the inner recesses of his ass!  The idea that
my tongue was up inside my Dad's ass was mind-boggling to me! I was lost to
the scent and flavors of his ass! My tongue was licking deep inside his
hole, tasting the tart, tangy bitterness there - sliding my tongue against
the smooth wall of his sphincter. I don't know how long I would have stayed
there but Dad pulled away from my ass-sucking mouth and stood up, turning
around to face me.

He looked down at me, my tongue hangin' out, my cock hard between my legs
and smiled.

"You gotta piss, boy?" he asked calmly.

Did I have to piss? Fuck, yeah, I had to piss! I just came twice! Of course
I had to piss but so what?! Why was Dad askin' me this? Wait a minute! Did
Dad? Nah! Couldn't be?! Huh?!

I looked at him with what had to be a very stupid look on my face because
he started laughin'.

"Don't look at me like that, boy! You think you're the only guy on the face
of the earth who likes to drink piss?" he laughed.

FUCK! My mind was in a tailspin! Dad - my Dad - likes to drink piss? Well,
why the fuck not?! I evidently liked it!

"You...you wanna drink my piss?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Fuck, yeah, boy! Can't let you have all the fun!" he grinned as he got to
his knees.

I stood up, my cock still harder than fuck! I knew I could piss through a
hardon, though. I did so a lot of mornings in the shower when the damned
thing wouldn't go down and I was late to school so I couldn't jack off a
load.

Dad reached up and pulled my cock towards his mouth but then stopped before
putting his mouth on it. I thought maybe he was having second thoughts
about this but instead, he slid my hood back and began licking all the
smegma from under my cock head.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Lick up all that smelly shit! Fuck!" I moaned as Dad
continued to clean the head of my cock.

"Yeah! Nice and tasty boy! You're gonna have to keep your fuckin' cock nice
and dirty like that!  I love a nice snack of head-cheese!" Dad grinned up
at me.

"Whatever you say, Dad!" I grinned back. "Ya want my piss now, fucker?"

"Sure as shit do, boy! Gimme that hot manjuice!" Dad said and then he
locked his lips around my cockhead.

Now, I've pissed in a lot of situations but never into anybody's mouth
before. Despite my claim, I wasn't really sure that I could but I sure as
fuck wanted to! I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles. I started thinking
about flowing water - creeks, rivers, waterfalls. When I got to Niagra,
that did it! I could feel my piss starting to flow through my cock! But the
weird thing was, I couldn't feel it comin' out my pisshole! I thought for a
moment that it wasn't but I could hear Dad swallowing like crazy and could
still feel my piss flowin' through my cock. I didn't realize that when
you've got your cock in a guy's mouth, you don't feel that 'piss tingle' at
the opening of your pisshole.

Once I knew that I was flowing, I just leaned back and enjoyed the ride!
Fuck! It was so hot watchin' my Dad, on his fuckin' knees, suckin' down my
piss! I could already see that this was gonna become a regular thing with
Dad and me and I was all for it! As far as I was concerned, as fuckin' hot
as this was, I didn't ever want to piss in a toilet again! And if Dad liked
this as much as he seemed to, I didn't think I'd ever have to. And I sure
didn't want him wastin' his great tasting piss in a urinal - not when he
had me! His son, the human urinal! Fuck!

My piss finally slowed to a trickle and then I was empty. That didn't stop
Dad! He just slid his lips down my shaft and started givin' me the hottest
blowjob I'd ever had! I'd had one girl try to suck my cock but she just
kinda licked the knob, not being able to handle the size of the fucker. Dad
had not trouble at all! He buried his fuckin' nose in my rank pubes, my
cock buried deep in his throat! I'd heard of 'deep throat' but never
thought my first experience of it would be my own Dad!

I thought I was gonna spoonge down his throat but Dad had other ideas
entirely! He pulled off my cock, making me groan in frustration. He
chuckled as he looked up at me with a horny grin on his face.

"How about stickin' that fuckin' hot slab of manmeat up my shit-hole?" Dad
asked as he stroked his hard cock with one hand and tugged on one of his
nipples with the other.

"You fuckin' kiddin' me? You want me to fuck your ass?" I asked, astounded.

My Dad was a total revelation to me! Never would I have ever guessed that
he drank piss, sucked cock or took it up the ass! I guess there was a lot
of shit that I didn't know about him, but I was fast findin' out!

"Fuck yeah! That fuckin' hard cock ought to fit up my ass real nice!" Dad
gave me a sexy grin.

"You want me to shower first? I'm full of your piss." I said.

"Fuck, no! I like you smellin' like that! Come on. I need that cock in my
ass really bad!" Dad said and, getting up off his knees, got out of the
shower and left the bathroom.

I followed him back to my room. He got on the bed, face down and spread his
legs, openin' his ass crack for me. I climbed on the bed between his legs
and buried my face in his fragrant butt once again. I licked his hole and
started shovin' my tongue in as deep as I could go. His butt was still ripe
and I was snortin' all his stink while I was lubin' his shithole with my
spit. When I'd got it as wet as I thought I could that way, I rose up to my
knees. Dad handed me the bottle of lube.

"Just lube up your cock and shove it in my hole." Dad said. "You don't need
to get me ready. I can handle your cock just fine."

I guess he was a lot more experience at taken dick up his butt then I
realized!

I slathered my cock with the wet lube and then, while Dad held his butt
open so that I could see his shithole, I put my cock to his ass-pussy and
gave a shove with my hips. My cock slid all the way home up his shit-chute
in one shove! I couldn't believe it! And the feeling! FUCK! So hot, so
tight, so wet! So much better than any fuckin' pussy I'd ever fucked! That
was it for me and pussy! Gimme a guy's shithole any day! I loved the way it
looked, I loved the way it smelled, I loved the way it tasted and now, I
loved the way it felt wrapped around my hard fuckin' cock!

I lay on Dad's back for a few minutes, lettin' my fuckin' cock soak in his
hot hole! FUCK! Did that feel fuckin' good! Then I started fuckin'
him. Slow at first, savoring the feelin' but then harder and faster until I
about lost control!

"YEAH! Fuck, yeah! Fuck my butt, boy! Fuck my shithole with that big cock
of yours! Fuck it deep! Fuck it HARD! HARDER!!!" Dad screamed and I really
let go!

I powerfucked his shit-chute until we were both sweatin' and swearin' and
generally sounding like fuckin' animals! The sweat was pouring off both of
us and I loved the smell. I could also smell the scent of ass-fuckin'! I
loved that smell, too! After all, this ain't no pussy I was fuckin'! It was
a man's shit hole!

I pounded into his ass until I just couldn't hold back any longer! I was
just about to let go and spoonge up his butt when I felt his fuckin'
shit-chute clamp down around my fuckin' meat and begin to milk my fuckin'
cock like it was a fuckin' cow's tit or something! At the same time, Dad
was screaming.

"FUCK!!! YEAH!!! FUCK MY ASS!!! I'M CUMMMMMINNNNN!"

That's all it took for me! My fuckin' cock started shootin a load of cum
like I never shot in my whole fuckin' life! I figured one of my fuckin'
balls was gonna come shootin' out of my cock any second and land deep in
Dad's shit-hole!

"YEAH! FUCKIN' YOUR ASS! FUCKIN' MY DAD'S ASS!!! AHHH!!! FFUUCCKK!!!" I
screamed as I shot over and over and over again.

Finally, I collapsed on Dad's back, my cock still hard and still buried in
his spasming butt. I lay there like I was fuckin' dead! I couldn't fuckin'
move I was so wrung out. All I could do was lay there and smell the raunchy
scent of our sweat and the ripeness of Dad's butt. I started lickin' at
Dad's neck and shoulders, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. Dad groaned
softly at the feel of my fuckin' tongue.

After a few minutes, I was able to move and I slowly pulled my cock from my
Dad's butt and slid down his body until my face was once again buried in
his raunchy butt-crack. I pulled open his butt-cheeks and buried my face in
his ripe cleft. I could see my cum trickling outa his hole and I lapped it
up. Then I locked my mouth to his red, puffy asshole and began sucking on
it, drinking my cum and his ass juice as it spewed outa his hole. I shoved
my tongue inside and licked out every bit that I could find. Since fucking
him, his hole was even looser than it was before and I was able to work my
tongue as deep in his shithole as I had tongue to bury. I loved the taste
of my cum mixed with his ass but I remembered what he had done, so I saved
some in my mouth for him.

I moved up the bed and Dad turned on his side. I lay down beside him and my
mouth came down on his. He opened to me and I let all that raunchy,
ass-flavored cum slide into his sucking mouth.  He moaned at the flavor and
we swapped cum, assjuice and spit with each other for quite a while.  Then,
like most males, we went to sleep curled up to each other.

That was the start. But not the finish! For the rest of the time that I was
on house arrest, Dad and I kept our balls and bladders drained for each
other. Then Dad finally let me have my way and I went to work for him. Come
to find out, all those guys down on the job were as raunchy as Dad and me!
It was them that Dad was gettin' off with! I learned that fuckin' ass,
suckin' cock, eatin' ass, drinkin' piss and all the mansmells that my nose
could breathe in were what it took to keep me happy!

Bottom line, though, is that there's nobody like my Dad! I ain't lookin'
for no lover because Dad and I can take care of each other just fine! If we
find other guys who like playin' our way, cool!  But we go home together
and that's that.

Oh, and there was a couple of other things. Dad now hugs me - a lot! He
says he has to make up for all those years when he didn't because he
thought I wouldn't want him to. And, every so often, I fuck up so that
Daddy has to turn me over his knees and give me a fuckin' good spankin'.
Course, it always ends with me cummin' on the floor and then Dad fuckin' my
hot, burnin' ass.  But then, that's why I fuck up!

Who knows, maybe Dad and me will run into you sometime! You better not had
a shower for about three days though and you better like gettin' fucked by
a big cock and you better have a big cock to fuck our asses with! Just look
for my Trans-Am parked at a construction site! Oh, and while I may like to
speed every once and a while in that car - when it comes to sex, I want to
take LOTS of time! I ain't no SPEED FREAK when it comes to that! Fuckin'
remember that if you want to play with Dad and me!

THE END OF SPEED FREAK

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