Date: Tue, 21 May 2002 15:16:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER'S SON 1

DISCLAIMER: This is just a story. As far as I know, it didn't happen to
anyone I know of.  That's not to say it's never happened. I just wasn't
lucky enough to know about it - or be involved. I will warn those of you
who don't like raunch or watersports and are looking for one of my more
'romantic' stories that this is no 'romance'. It is about guys who care
about each other and have sex with each other. If that offends you, I feel
really sorry for you. And the fact that some of these guys are related to
each other is probably going to drive you 'round the bend.'  Too fucking
bad! Open your mind - expand your horizons - take off your clothes - grab
some lube and enjoy yourself!

THE CONSTRUCTION WORKER'S SON - Part 1
by RimPig (c) 2002

I guess I was about 12 when I first started noticing that all my jack off
fantasies were about guys.  I know now that this is not unusual. But I
didn't then. By the time I was 14, I pretty well figured out that I was
probably not ever going to be as attracted to girls as I was to guys - if I
was ever going to be attracted to girls at all, which I doubted.

Ok, so I was Gay. No big deal, right?

WRONG!

Very big deal when you're in High School! It wasn't like I was a wimp or a
nerd or anything. I was good sized for my age. I was almost six feet tall
and I weighed in at about 180. I had blonde hair and blue eyes. Since I
wrestled and played football, I had a pretty pumped body for someone my
age. I loved any sport where you got sweaty and had body contact with other
sweaty males.  But that's all the body contact I was getting. I knew that
some of my teammates were doing other things with each other, but I
studiously avoided any circumstances under which I could end up having sex
with any of them.

Why? Well, because I was ignorant enough and also scared enough in those
days to think that everyone would immediately know that I was queer. I
guess I thought it would pop out on my forehead like those Sprint Wireless
commercials. There I'd be with "QUEER" in capital letters written across my
face. I figured somehow the other guys would know that I wasn't doing this
because there were no girls available. I was doing it because I could care
less if their were girls available.

And besides, something else happened about this time. I figured out that,
as much as my teammates bodies turned me on, it was nothing compared to the
way the body of an adult male could turn me on! Especially one adult male
in particular. And that's what really freaked me out. I had the hots for
this one guy. He was 6' 4" tall with blond hair and the deepest blue eyes
you've ever seen, beautiful muscular body with wide shoulders and a really
packed chest covered with a nice mat of blond hair that led down in a trail
across his rippling abs and reached down to become his thick pubic hair
surrounding a cock that was 7 thick, uncut inches soft of man meat.  His
ass was a fucking work of art, high and bubbled with a soft dusting of
blond hair which became thicker in his butt crack.

The guy was a construction worker, so his muscles were all natural. And
because his work was very physical and outdoors, he sweated something
fierce giving him an overwhelming aroma of male animal by the time the work
day was over. And being the kind of guy who gets off on the smell of other
guy's bodies, this aroma - his scent - drove me fucking nuts!  He wasn't
married.  He had no girlfriends. Never really went out except sometimes on
Friday nights with his other construction crew guys for a few beers. With
all this, you'd think he might be more than willing to have a young butch
stud like me swing on his cock or suck on his ass. But there was no fucking
way I was going to approach him! You see, this fucking aromatic hunk was
none other than my Dad, Mike Howard. My name is Matt. Matt Howard.

Yeah! Here I was a fucking 14 year old pervert - drooling over my own
studly father! Sick, huh?  Well, fuck you! If you saw my old man, you'd
fucking fall to your knees and beg just for him to let you just smell the
stink of his balls!

But I also figured if he ever found out that his only son was fucking pansy
- much less had the hots for his own bod! - he'd kick my ass 12 different
ways and then throw me out into the streets to fend for myself. And don't
think that doesn't happen! I've already met guys on the street that it did
happen to! Their own fucking parents, the people who are supposed to love
them, fucking threw them out on the street because they were queer! Told
them they never wanted to see or have anything to do with them ever
again. And yet I thought wanting my Dad was sick! No!  Throwing out your
own kid like last week's garbage - THAT'S fucking sick!!!

Anyway, it was about this same time that I started to notice I had
developed another fascination. I loved watching guys piss. And the high
school gym was the greatest place to enjoy this activity.  The old gym,
built over 30 years ago, didn't have individual urinals. It had long trough
urinals where as many as 8 - 10 guys at a time could stand, letting their
strong yellow steams empty into the rushing water at the bottom of the
trough. All those beautiful pissing cocks, long, short, thick, thin, cut
and uncut. I was partial to uncut myself since my Dad was and he had fought
my mother to make sure, when I was born that I remained natural as well.

I loved the mixture of piss, pre-cum and musk that developed into
head-cheese under the hood of my cock. My foreskin was loose and hung down
about an inch below my cock head. After a day's working out in either
wrestling or football, I could build up a real nice aroma coming from my
groin - especially when I would skin back the foreskin and let the air hit
all that cheese. The smell would fill my room and I would zone out on the
scent. I loved to eat my own head-cheese and often fantasized about what
Dad's would taste like.

I also fantasized about what Dad's head-cheese would taste like and what
his piss would feel like.  I knew what his piss looked like and smelled
like already. With just us two guys in the house, we never bothered to
close the bathroom door when we used it so I'd seen my Dad's hard stream of
piss and smelled the odor of it many times. It was nothing for Dad to come
into the bathroom while I was showering and stand there and take a piss. I
always wondered if he realized with the old frosted shower enclosure that I
could see quite clearly his cock and his strong stream of piss. I just
hoped he didn't see how fucking hard my cock got when I would watch the
yellow piss come shooting out of the hood of his foreskin that covered the
head of his thick manmeat.

One morning, I woke up late with a piss-hard that wouldn't go down. I'd
fallen into bed exhausted from practice that day and hadn't even had a
chance to jack off like I always do before I fell dead asleep. I needed to
piss really bad, but my cock just wouldn't go down and I didn't have the
time to take matters in hand and whack off a load. So I climbed in the
shower, after trying to get my cock to go down enough to piss (my cock
wasn't cooperating one damn bit!). I figured, 'What the fuck!'. I'd pissed
in the shower before. Maybe I could just piss and then my hardon would go
down.

It took a little effort to get it started, but once I did, it was like
someone broke the damn on the Colorado River! Piss flew out of the
piss-hole of my cock and sent a fountain of golden yellow almost over my
head. Now, my cock's got a slight curve to the right in it, and this caused
the piss to shoot so that most of it rained down right on me. It was a
really intense feeling to feel myself getting covered with my own piss. As
the stream abated, it hit my face and my mouth opened to catch some of my
morning piss. It tasted really strong and funky but I loved it. As the
stream eventually ended it flowed down my chest, over my abs and finally
dribbled down into my pubes.  But my cock never got soft because I was so
turned on to my own piss play.

I turned on the shower, slicked up my body with soap and started pulling on
my cock, sliding the skin up and down the thick shaft. I was so turned on
from the smell of my own piss on my body and its taste in my mouth that I
think I whacked out a load in under 30 seconds. The next thing I knew, my
cum was shooting all over my abs and I quickly scooped it up with my hand
and brought it to my mouth as well. I added the taste of my own jizz to the
piss already in my mouth.  It made a delicious morning drink!

From then on, I didn't bother to wait for my cock to go down in the
morning to piss. I just got in the shower and pissed all over myself,
becoming more and more turned on to the taste of it. I started to wonder
what other guy's piss tasted like. Would it taste same? Would it be as
strong?  Of course the one I most wondered about was what my Dad's piss
would taste like.

I also, of course, discovered the wonderful smell of a raunchy, sweaty male
ass from foraging in my own ass while I jacked off after practice one
day. The fingers of the hand that wasn't wrapped around my horny teen-age
meat were stroking my balls when it began to stray down towards my
butt. The next thing I know, I'm stroking my fucking greasy ass-crack and
it's feeling really good!  I didn't know my butt was that sensitive, but it
sure started my cock leaking like a broken faucet.  I decided that I should
try to push my finger up my butt but thought that it might hurt dry, so I
brought my fingers up to put some spit on them. I got them almost in my
mouth, not particularly thinking about where they'd just been, when the
smell of my own ass hit my nose like a sledgehammer! Fuck! Was that fucking
raunchy! What a smell! And I loved it!!! I stuck my fingers to my nose,
took a huge whiff of my ass-scent and blew my fucking load all over
myself. I shot so hard, some of it went in my hair! You can bet, I was
digging in my butt every time I jacked off from then on.

Anyway, my solitary perversions continued for a couple of more years until
just after I turned 16.  By now, I'd already topped 6' and but was still 4"
short of my Dad. I was hitting 200 on the scale and had really packed on
the muscle. And I was more and more frustrated at being a fucking
virgin. My own fist was getting pretty boring. But I was still too afraid
to do anything with any of my team mates and I was still scared of Dad
finding out about where my interests really were. But that was going to
change, very soon.

One Friday night, Dad didn't come home at his usual time, so I figured that
he'd gone to have a few beers with the crew. That was ok with me. It gave
me plenty of time to have a nice, long jack off session to relieve the
tension of the week. I was laying in my bed, not having showered after
practice that afternoon, lost in the smell of my own funk. I could smell my
ripe pits and the strong odor of unwashed cock that spread from my groin as
I pulled my foreskin back and over my cock- head. My fingers had already
been digging in my butt and I'd swiped them over the skin just under my
nose, depositing some of that greasy ass raunch on my upper lip to enjoy
while my fingers when back to digging in my fucking hole. I was now able to
take at least three of my fingers in my hole and had even tried some
inanimate objects like a couple of carrots and a candle. The feel of them
up my ass were incredible, but I really wanted to feel a nice, hard live
cock in my hole. But I had to do with my fingers for now.

I was so lost in my raunchy fantasies, mostly about licking my father's
ass, being covered with his piss and him fucking the shit out of me, that I
didn't notice that my live fantasy was standing at the open door to my room
watching me pound my pud.

Dad and his crew had gotten off early that day, so the drinking had started
early as well. He was early getting home but had more than enough beer to
make him horny as hell and to relieve him of a lot of his inhibitions.

Now, I should tell you something about my Dad and me. Dad had knocked up my
mother when he was 17. She was a couple of years older than Dad. They
hadn't been in love or anything - just wanted to jump each other's
bones. But she got pregnant. My Dad, being the good and honorable guy that
he is, didn't want to see his child brought up without a father so he asked
her to marry him. It was probably the one great mistake of his life. I
think sometimes she married him just to get revenge for getting her
pregnant and taking away all her fun.

The next three years of Dad's life were sheer hell. I know, because I've
heard it all from my Grandmother - my Dad's mother. My mother ran around on
him while he worked his tail off to put a roof over our heads. He had to
drop out of school and didn't get his GED until he was in his 20's. Dad was
left to take care of me while she went out with her friends. He tells me
that he didn't mind. I was the only thing that mattered in his life. And he
swears I was worth the hell she put him through. I sure hope so because I
love him so much, I would hate to think that I caused him any pain or
problems. That's why I was so scared to tell him I was gay. I didn't want
to be a disappointment to him after all he'd been through for me.

My mother finally left when I was three. We don't know where she is. Dad
got some papers when I was 5 saying that she'd gotten a divorce in
Mexico. There wasn't even a mention of me in the papers. It was like I just
didn't even exist to her. Dad took the papers and went to court with my
grandparent's help and had himself declared my sole custodial parent. It
basically ended any parental rights my mother might have had - like she
would have cared!

So really, Dad has raised me all my life. He never dated again, he told me
he wasn't interested.  That after my mother, he was through with women and
their games. As far as he was concerned, he could buy pussy cheaper than
marry it and he wasn't interested in even paying for it. Our life was just
really uncomplicated. We had each other and neither of us saw a reason for
anybody else around.

So here was my stud of a father, only 33, leaning against my doorway with
this leering, shit-eating grin on his face, watching me laying there naked
as the day I was born, wailing away on my cock while he reached down and
squeezed his hardon through his jeans. Those jeans were so sexy on
him. They hung low on his hips and had tears at the knees. The fabric was
worn almost white at the crotch, emphasizing his hard cock poking up from
the leg. And by that point, that was about all he was wearing. He'd already
taken off his t-shirt and work boots.  His hairy chest and abs stood out in
relief from the hall light which seemed to glitter in his blond chest
hair. He stood there barefoot with nothing on but his jeans and his worn,
dirty jock. I couldn't see the jock, but I knew that's what he always wore
to work. He hadn't showered and his funk was mixing with mine until my room
smelled like a locker room that just had an orgy in it. The testosterone
and man-smells that were building up in my small, warm room were enough to
drive any guy nuts.

I looked over and saw him standing there. I stopped jacking off in
mid-stroke. I didn't know what to think. I didn't think he'd get angry at
me for pounding my meat. But I didn't understand that grin on his face
which was as much a horny smirk as anything. He was staring at my cock
while his hand continued to squeeze his own through his jeans.

"Nice piece of meat you got there, son." he said, his voice husky. "Looks
like you bred true. Your going to be as big as me, maybe bigger."

I didn't know what to say. But I figured if he could admit to liking the
look of my cock, I could return the compliment.

"Yeah, but I bet it's not as big as yours yet. Not that I've ever seen
yours hard, though." I said, obviously eyeing the bulge in his jeans.

He smiled and casually reached down and popped the top button on his
jeans. He grabbed the two sides of the material and pulled, popping the
buttons down the fly. As he did, his bulging, raunchy jock strap appeared
between the two sides of the material. He dropped the jeans to the floor
and stepped out of them and then walked over to my bed, standing next to it
with his bulging jock- covered cock just inches from my face.

"Fuck, boy! It smells like a fucking locker-room in here! I guess neither
of us bothered showering today. And it sure smells like you've let off a
lot of cum-loads as well!" he said, grinning down at me.

"Well, you ain't no bouquet of roses yourself!" I said, moving my face over
so that I could get a really good whiff of his raunchy jock.

I breathed in the male smell of his jock, the combined sweat, piss, and
probably pre-cum that permanently permeated the now almost brownish colored
mesh. He noticed what I was doing and jutted his groin towards me so that
my nose was actually pushed into his jock up against his hard cock. I
looked up when he did this and he smiled down at me.

"You like the smell of my raunchy jock, son? I ain't washed it in a couple
of months. There ought to be a lot of really ripe smells in there for you."
he said as he moved his hips around and ground his jock pouch into my face.

I moaned into his jock as my hand continued to stroke my meat up and
down. I couldn't resist letting my tongue slip out and I began to lick and
taste the raunch stored in his pouch. It was still wet with his sweat from
that day but was far saltier because of all the built up sweat over time. I
could also taste the piss stains and what had to be pre-cum because it made
clear wetness in the pouch.

"You really like that, Matt? You like licking and smelling you Dad's
fucking jock?" he asked.

He didn't sound angry or disappointed in me. In fact, he sounded major
turned on! It was as if he liked the fact that I was so into his body and
it's smells.

"Yes, Dad! I love your fucking ripe jock. The smell and taste of it make me
so hard!" I said, stroking my cock even faster, hearing the slap of the
skin as it covered and uncovered my dripping cock head.

"Yeah, boy! I guess you do. Why I bet you'd love to taste what's inside
that jock, wouldn't you?"  he said, still grinning at me as he watched me
writhe on the bed while licking his jock pouch and pulling on my meat.

By this time, his jock was soaked with my saliva and I figured I'd showed
him enough of my 'pig' self, that he had to know that I would do anything
to get his cock in my mouth.

"Yes! Oh, Yes! Dad! Please! Let me taste what you've got in your jock!
Please!" I begged.

"You want my cock, boy? You want to suck on the cock that made you?" he
asked, his blue eyes piercing mine.

"Oh, God! Dad! Yes! Let me suck your cock. Let me suck the cock that made
me!" I continued to beg.

I had to stop jacking off, however. The idea of actually sucking the cock
that made me almost pushed me completely over the edge. Now I knew, no
matter what it cost me - even if he threw me out on the street later, I had
to have his cock in my mouth. I had to have the cock that made me fucking
my face. And maybe, if I did it right, get to eat the cum of the man who
helped create me.

"And that's just what I'm going to let you do, boy. But you've got to wait
a minute. I've had too fucking many beers and I gotta piss like a race
horse first." he said, starting to move his jock- covered cock away from my
mouth.

"No!!!" I screamed, and he stopped and looked down at me.

"Don't go. I want your piss! Please, Dad! Let me drink it for you!" I'll
never know where I got the courage to say it, maybe it was just
desperation, but there it was. I'd said it.

He looked at me strangely for a few moments and then that horny grin
returned to his face.

"Well, boy! You are full of surprises, aren't you? So you are a piss-pig,
too. You think you can take this man's load of piss, boy? You think you can
drink all your Daddy's piss without spilling a drop? You spill any and I'm
going to beat your fucking ass until it's red, boy!" Dad said. The words
were threatening but he had that horny smirk on his face the whole time he
said it.

"I promise, Dad. I won't spill a drop. But if you want to lay into my ass
anyway, I won't mind." I said, staring into his face, a horny grin on my
face.

"Well, damn, boy! You are just too kinky for words, aren't you. You been
keeping all this from your old man, haven't you? Who you been practicing
with?" he asked.

"Nobody. I've never had sex with anybody before. Just with myself. I've
drunk my own piss plenty of times, almost every morning. I know I can
handle you. Please, let me have your piss." I begged again.

Without saying another word, Dad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of
his jock and pulled it down so that it cleared his cock and balls. His cock
stuck out straight ahead, pointing itself towards my mouth. I opened my
mouth and gently bought my tongue up to the underside of his massive organ,
laying the head of his cock on my tongue. I looked up into his blue eyes
and waited for his piss to start.

He reached down, a soft, almost loving look in his eyes, and put his hand
on the back of my head and shoved his cock a little deeper in my mouth. I
closed my lips around it and suddenly felt the gush of piss spray from his
cock. My mouth rapidly filled as I savored the flavor of his piss. It was
so mild, it was little more than warm water with very little taste. But the
idea that it was my Dad's piss made it so exciting. I began rapidly gulping
down the flow of his piss. Dad hadn't lied. He must have drunk a lot of
beer at the bar because his flow went on for a long time. He just stood
there, stroking my hair while I continued to drink down every last drop of
his piss.

"Yeah, that's it, son. Drink Dad's piss. Yeah, boy, be Daddy's urinal. Be
my piss-boy. You like that, son? You like Daddy's piss?" he asked.

I nodded, moaning as I continued to swallow his golden offering.

"Yeah, well Daddy's got a lot for you. Daddy's going to save you his piss
every day so your can enjoy it. Would you like that, son?" he said as he
continued to stroke my hair and piss in my mouth.

I nodded vigorously and moaned my answer. God! Getting to drink Dad's piss
every day! What a fucking rush! The thought was mind-boggling. To have this
warmth flowing in me direct from my Dad's body to mine! That I wanted more
than anything.

Finally, his piss slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. I kept his cock
in my mouth and began to lick the musk and sweat off it. I sucked more and
more of his cock into my mouth and felt it growing harder and thicker. I
loved the taste of him, all of his masculine funk. I sucked him deeper into
my mouth until his cock hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged and then
I felt my throat muscles relax and his cock slide down it. My nose buried
itself in his sweaty, ripe pubic hair. The smell of his crotch was
overwhelming. I loved it from the moment the ripeness of it hit my senses.

As I continued to suck on my Dad's cock, I heard him moan deeply and felt a
thrill go through my body knowing that I was able to give him pleasure. I
never knew that giving good feelings to a guy could make you feel good,
too! I hungrily sucked at his cock, tasting his cock-snot begin to coat the
inside of my mouth. His was just like mine, only stronger in flavor and
greater in quantity than mine.

I figured I would continue until my Dad shot his load in my mouth, but he
had other ideas. After a few minutes, he pulled me gently off his hard
cock. I moaned my disappointment as he did so.

"Hold on, son! You can have it back later. I think there's some more things
you want to smell and taste and I don't want to cum just yet. Ok?" he said,
a horny grin on his face.

"I'm sorry." I said, hanging my head.

"What are you sorry about? You were doing great! I'm having a hard time
believing you're this good at it and you've never done it before. You must
have some natural born talent for it." he said, giving me a look like he
was proud of me and ruffling my hair with his hand.

"Aren't you ashamed of me?" I asked, afraid of his answer.

"Ashamed of you? For what? That you like man-sex? Matt, there's nothing
wrong with that - no matter what anybody tells you! You don't judge a man
by how he likes to get his rocks off! You judge a man by what's inside him
- his honesty, his integrity and how he respects himself!" my Dad told me,
lifting my head up so he could look directly into my eyes.

Then he leaned over and put his arms around me. He brought his face closer
and gently put his lips on mine. I felt his tongue licking at my lower lip,
asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and it was quickly filled with his
tongue. I knew he could taste his piss and raunch in my mouth, but it
didn't seem to bother him at all. In fact, he seemed to like it because we
were soon moaning into each other's mouths. I moved my hands to his chest,
running them through the dense forest of hair there until I could find his
nipples. They were like little rubber erasers and I gently pulled on
them. Each time I did, it caused another moan to escape from deep inside
Dad and his nipples became hard as small pebbles.

He broke the kiss and pulled away from me. He looked down at me, straight
into my eyes.

"Are you really ok with this, Matt? I mean, I am still your Dad and all. If
you want to stop, if this is going to bother you, we don't have to go any
further. I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you." he said, his voice
turning serious.

"Dad, I've jacked off every night for the last two years thinking about
you. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever believe that this could
actually happen. I was just so afraid to ever let you know how I felt. I
figured you'd hate me and probably throw me out on the street if you ever
found out how I felt about you." I said, still afraid to look in his eyes.

"Look at me, Matt!" a sternness and anger in his voice. I looked up. "Where
in the fuck did you ever get the idea that I could ever hate you or ever
throw you out on the street!?" his voice showed his anger barely in check.

I was really scared now. My voice almost broke.

"I met a kid, about a month ago. He was my age. That's exactly what had
happened to him. His parents found out that he liked other guys and they
threw him out on the street, told him never to come back. They told him
that they never wanted anything to do with him again. And he was only 15
when they did it!" I couldn't help it, my voice broke and I started crying
tears falling down my face as I looked at him.

I saw the anger leave his face and the shock of what I told him replace
it. He didn't say a word, just grabbed me in his arms and held me very
tight. I buried my face against his chest until I could get myself under
control. I could feel him resting his chin on my head and then he leaned
down and kissed the hair on the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, Matt. Those fucking people need their fucking asses kicked!
Nobody should ever do that to anyone - much less their own son! I'm sorry
that you lived with that fear of me. I had hoped that you wouldn't think I
could ever be that way, but I understand how you would." he said
softly. And then he pulled me back from his chest and looked into my
face. "You know now that I would never do that to you. There is nothing you
can do that would ever make me stop loving you. I might not like what you
do, I might not even like who you are - but I can never stop loving my own
son! Why, you've been my whole life, boy, ever since you were born. That no
good slut who had you never wanted anything to do with you. I'm the one who
fed you, changed your fucking diapers, held you in my arms all night when
you were sick and couldn't sleep.  You're more to me, Matt, than anything
else in this world."

"And you have no idea how much I love you, Dad!" I swore to him.

"Oh, I don't know about that. The way you were sucking my cock before gave
me some idea!" he laughed, his horny grin returning.

God! I loved this man! That grin of his could light up my world. And it was
certainly making my cock hard again. I looked down and I could see the
stiffness returning to his as well. I leaned down and sucked the head of it
back into my mouth. It got instantly hard and started leaking cock-snot
into my eager mouth again.

Dad shoved forward, burying his cock in my sucking throat and held onto my
head with both his hands, holding my face buried in his raunchy crotch. The
scent of male rut rising from his groin was overwhelming. I own cock was
dripping as I reveled in the masculine scent. Then Dad grabbed my head and
pulled it back off his cock. He tilted his hips forward and brought his
balls to my nose and shoved my head back into them.

"Yeah, smell my nuts, boy. I know you like that smell. I can see your cock
dripping juice and throbbing you love it so much. Lick my fucking balls,
boy. Taste Daddy's balls." he said, his voice husky with lust.

I did as I was told to do. My tongue began to wash his sweaty, ripe
balls. If I thought the smell was delicious - the taste just about drove me
out of my mind! Salty with a tang that could only be the essence of my
Dad. Of course, they were moist with the sweat that had come from working
hard all day. The hair tickled my tongue as I laved his balls and the
creases between them and his legs - where I also found delicious hidden
tastes. I licked all over them, finally trying to get under and behind
them.

Dad figured out what I was after. I wanted to go farther. I wanted to reach
the most intimate part of his body. And he seemed more than willing to let
me. He climbed up on the bed and knelt over me on one knee. This brought
his balls and his ass within view at the same time and slightly spread his
butt. I began to get whiffs of the scent of his ass as I lay there looking
up into the furry trench.  He kind of leaned back and brought his ass
within a few inches of my nose.

"Is that what you wanted, boy? You want to sniff your Daddy's ass? Well,
there it is, son! Take a deep whiff!" he growled at me.

I raised my head slightly and buried my nose in his ripe, sweaty ass. The
smell was overwhelming.  Dark and strong! Stronger than crotch or balls. As
strong and dark as my own when I would run my fingers through my own
ass-crack to sniff while I jacked off. I moved my nose through his furry
trench, being tickled by the hairs there, until I reached his wrinkly, dark
pucker. I put my nose right to his hole and snorted a deep breath of his
pure ass scent.

"Fuck, yeah! That's it boy! Smell my hole! Suck in all that ass stink! You
like that, boy?" he asked, his voice husky from his sexual heat.

"Oh, yes, Dad! I love it! Your ass is so raunchy and ripe! I love the smell
of your butt!" I swore from between his legs.

"Now stick your tongue out and lick out my hole, boy! Clean out my stinking
ass with your tongue!" he ordered.

I complied. I began dragging my tongue through his ass-trench tasting the
tangy flavor of his butt.  I licked at the ass-hairs, tasting the dark
flavor of his sweat and musk. Moving further, I finally reached his soft,
greasy ass-lips and began licking the musk, cheese and ass juices that were
deposited there. The taste was stronger as was the smell. I was in pig
heaven, snorting and rooting in my Dad's ass!

I licked all around his hole and then locked my lips to the edges of it
while I sucked on his hole.  He groaned at that and continued making
rutting noises as I sucked at his butt-hole and speared my tongue through
the opening and began to lick out the inside of my Dad's ass. The tastes
there were the strongest of all. Dark and tangy. The idea that I actually
had my tongue inside my Dad's ass-hole caused my body to shudder with
desire and my cock to cough out a large amount of my own cock-snot.

Dad saw my cock react and he reached down and took some of my cock-snot in
his fingers and brought them to his mouth.

"Mmm! Boy-juice! Tastes so fucking good!" he said to himself.

His hand went back down to my abs and he gathered more of the juice my cock
was pumping out.  He pulled my hand off my cock and replaced it with his
own. The slickness of my juice on his hand felt so good as he slowly began
to jack me off. His hand was rough from all the years of working
construction, but his touch was really gentle. His hand glided up and down
my cock making me get closer and closer to orgasm.

At the same time, I continued to suck on his manhole. I was able to work
more and more of my tongue inside Dad's shitter that I actually had my
whole tongue up inside, scraping at the inside walls of his ass. I was lost
in the tastes and smells there. My whole consciousness focused on his
hole. And it kept opening wider and wider as it relaxed. Evidently, Dad had
a lot more experience at ass play than I ever thought.

I was getting really close to cumming but, again, Dad had other ideas. He
raised up off my face and walked around to the foot of my bed. He knelt on
the bed and grabbed my legs in his strong hands. He lifted my legs and
pushed them back until my knees were almost resting on my chest.  This
brought my cock, balls and ass to within his view - especially my ass. The
way Dad had my legs spread, my hairless crack and pink hole were completely
open to his view.

Dad leaned down and started sniffing my balls. I could hear the deep
breaths he was taking and could hear his moans as he breathed in my
scent. I was shocked! Could it be that my construction worker father was as
into man-smells and mansex as I was? While this thought would have been
completely ridiculous to me just an hour ago, it seemed now that it was not
only possible but true!  I became completely convinced when his tongue
whipped out and began laving my raunchy, sweaty ball-sack. I nearly came
just from the incredible feeling of his tongue. No one in my whole life had
ever licked any part of me. And to have my own studly father now licking
one of the most sensitive parts of my body, brought me almost to the edge
of losing my load.

But Dad didn't stop there! He kept moving down until his nose was buried in
my raunchy, sweaty jock butt. I could feel his nose pressed right up
against my hungry hole, taking deep whiffs of my butt. Then I felt his
tongue, licking from the bottom of my ass-trench to the top, pausing only
to circle my quivering hole. He did this several times, moaning loudly as
he did. Then he locked his lips to my rosy pucker and began to suck on my
butt, just as I had sucked on his. I pushed down, like I was taking a dump,
to relax my hole and allow his tongue, which was pushing against it, to
enter. I felt my Dad's tongue go up inside my butt-hole and I began moaning
like a slut in heat!

"Yeah! Dad! Eat my butt! Suck my fucking ass!!! Don't stop! Gimme that
tongue, all the way up my butt!" I babbled, completely overwhelmed by the
wonderful feelings in my ass.

My Dad looked up at me from between my legs. I could see his eyes twinkling
as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of my hungry hole. I could feel
him packing spit up my butt and I knew what he was after. He wanted to bury
that beautiful, unwashed, uncut bone of his up my hole. And my desire for
him to do it outdid his! I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck
me. Nothing would satisfy the itch he's started up in my bowels but his
hard driving cock in my chute.

When he'd lubed me to his satisfaction, he raised back up on his knees and
told me to grab my legs and keep them held back. I willingly complied while
he began sucking on his fingers and putting them, one by one, up my
hole. When he had two fingers shoved all the way in my hole, he started
feeling around inside of me until he grazed something with his fingers. I
now know it was my prostate, but at the time, all I could do was moan in
horniness as my own cock shot out another load of pre-cum onto my abs. Dad
grinned down at me at my reaction.

"Like that, huh, boy? Hit your joy button just right, didn't I. Yeah,
you're going to love having Dad's cock stroking over that. I bet you cum
without even having to touch yourself!" he said, a gleam of pride in his
eyes.

He finally added a third finger and worked them in and out of my ass until
I was really loose. Then he gathered up some of the cock-snot on my abs and
coated the outside of my butt-hole with the viscous fluid. He also brought
his own cock to my hole and milked some of his onto the hole as well. Then
he skinned back his foreskin and put the head of his cock against my hole.

"Push out, boy, like you're taking a dump. It will make things easier." he
advised.

I did as he said and pushed down. Suddenly I felt his cockhead shove
through my hole and into the inner recesses of my ass. When I looked down,
almost half of his ten inch cock was buried in my butt!

He stopped to let me get used to it. I expected there would be some pain,
but there was only a feeling of fullness - like I had to take a big dump. I
guess all my own playing with my raunchy ass as well as Dad's sucking and
fingering of it, had done the trick.

I moaned in wanton sluttishness when he slowly shoved the rest of his thick
cock into my hole. He bottomed out in me and his sighs mixed with my horny
moans. He looked down at his cock, buried in my hole and then looked me
right in the eyes.

"You've got one hot, tight ass there, boy! This is going to be a great
fuck!" he said with a sexy grin on his face.

I lay back and grabbed hold of my nipples and began pulling on them. This
caused my ass to tighten in spasms around my Dad's cock while I wiggled my
hips, just a little, to let him know how much I loved having his cock
buried deep in my butt. Feeling this, he realized that I was feeling no
pain and was ready to take all the fucking he could give.

He pulled back a few inches. I moaned at losing even those few inches of
his magnificent cock. I moaned out my loss and heard my Dad chuckle to
himself.

"Don't fret yourself, boy! It's not going anywhere. Trust me, I could keep
my cock in this tight hole all night long!" he said.

"I wish you would!" I replied breathlessly. "It feels so fucking good up my
ass! Fuck me, Daddy.  Fuck me really hard! Fuck my ass! Please!!!"

Taking me at my word, I felt his hips snap forward and his cock was once
again buried to the hilt in my butt. I moaned at the vibrations it sent
through that sensitive part of my ass my Dad had called my "joy
button". Within a few minutes, he was humping my ass good!!! He was pulling
out until only the head was left in my hole and then slammed the entire
length of his cock back into my boy-hole until he again bottomed out in my
hole.

He pounded my butt with his cock. I could hear the slapping noise of his
hips hitting my ass- cheeks with each hard-driving pump. I was on the verge
of cumming from his cock stroking my prostate when suddenly he
stopped. Just stopped dead! With is cock buried all the way up my butt!

I looked at him to see what was wrong. He knelt there, his cock buried in
my ass and his head thrown back with his eyes closed. I couldn't begin to
guess what he was doing until I heard him moan and an additional feeling of
warmth and fullness flooded my bowels. My Dad was PISSING in my ASS!!!

I couldn't believe it! It was the nastiest thing I'd ever experienced. It
was beyond the scope of my imagination. I never thought of some guy
actually PISSING IN MY BUTT!!! Dad finally looked down at me while his cock
continued to drown my butt-hole.

"Pissing in your ass, boy! You make a great urinal! Love to fuck in an ass
filled with hot piss!"  Dad explained.

And saying so, he began to fuck me again. His cock brought small amounts of
piss from deep inside my body each time he would pull out. It would drip
down and onto my balls until it rolled down onto my abs because Dad had my
asshole pulled so high to allow him to get the right angle to fuck me. Some
spilled on the bed, but I could have cared less at that moment. My Dad was
fucking me, he was fucking me in his own piss! I nearly lost it, just from
the thought of it!

Dad, too, was very close. I could hear his moans become louder and closer
together. Finally he screamed out that he was going to cum. He buried his
cock in my ass one last time and I could feel the twitching of his cock
against my asshole, as he delivered what I felt to be at least 10 squirts
of his hot manjuice in my ass.

His cock spewing in my ass, set off my own orgasm and I shot so hard I hit
my face and upper chest with most of my load. And, as Dad had predicted, I
didn't have to touch my cock at all for it to cum.

As we both calmed down and regained our breath, both our cocks remained
hard. Dad's in my ass and mine, pawing the air above my abs. Dad reached
down and scooped up some of my cum from my chest and brought it to his
mouth. He sucked down all my cum, obviously relishing the flavor.

"Mmm! Fress boy-cream! Delicious!!!" My Dad said, smacking his lips and
winking down at me.

"Dad, that was AWESOME!" I swore. "You are one GREAT FUCKER!"

"Thank you, son! I have never had any complaints!" he grinned at me.

"But, ah..., Dad? What are we going to do about all of your piss in my
ass?" I said, worried about my bed.

"Don't you worry about that, son. I have just the thing for that!"

And saying that, he reached down, grabbed me under the legs and lifted me
up until I was in his arms, his cock still buried in my butt. I grabbed him
around the neck with my arms and he carried me off the bed, out of the
bedroom, down the hall and straight into the shower. There he lowered us
until he was laying on the floor of the large shower stall and I was
sitting on his cock.

"Ok, now, son. Just raise yourself up and I want you to drench my body with
all my piss that's up your ass." He grinned at me.

I put my feet on the floor of the shower and raised up slowly so that I was
in a crouch over his groin. Suddenly his cock popped from my butt and I
could feel all the liquid - piss, cum and ass juice - begin to pour from my
ass. Dad moaned as all the hot piss from my ass began splattering all over
his body.

"That's it son! Give Daddy his piss back! Yeah! Fuck! That feels so hot!"
he moaned.

It felt really good to me, but when it was over, my butt felt really
empty. Spotting his cock still hard, I quickly sat right back down on it
and began bouncing up and down. My Dad moaned but his cock stayed rigid up
my butt. It was only a few minutes and we were both blowing a second load -
him up my butt and me across his muscular, hairy chest.

We showered together, just rinsing off the cum and piss from our
bodies. Neither of us was interested in losing the strong, raunchy scent
that we had built naturally. Instead of sending me back to my room to bed,
Dad took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He pulled me down into his arms
on the large, king-sized bed and there I slept, safe in the arms of my
Dad. A whole new Dad than the one I had woken up with that morning, but one
that seemed to want me as much as I wanted him!

The End of Part 1 of "Construction Worker's Son".

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