Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 13:33:14 -0400
From: Bud Writer <niftystudentwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Piglet 1

The following story contains graphic scenes of of male/male sexual
encounters between characters both above and below the age of 18, including
scenes of incest. If these subjects do not interest you, or if it is not
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fantasy, meant for the enjoyment of adults, and not a reflection of the
author's views on real-world issues.

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Tuck squealed with happiness as the rickety doors of his school bus
screeched open, the deep laugh of the amused bus driver following him out
as he stampeded down the stairs and out the door, racing down the street
towards the trailer park. After school was always the best part of Tuck's
day, because Daddy always made sure to come home from work right around
when Tuck got off school. Not only did he get some alone time with his
Daddy without his older brother barging in, but Daddy frequently took a big
nap after work and always let Tuck cuddle up with him, held tight in his
beefy arms.

Overgrown weeds slapped at Tuck's legs as he masterfully avoided stepping
on the many bottles and cans that littered the trailer park. The guy in
charge of clean up was usually too drunk to do it, only coming out of his
stupor once a week to round up all the trash before working hard to empty
more bottles for next week's cleanup. It was okay, though, cuz that's how a
lot of the men in the trailer park were, including his Daddy. They firmly
believed it was always five o clock somewhere, and never missed an
opportunity to get drunk with each other. Tuck always had a good laugh at
their drunken antics, and couldn't wait til he was old enough to join in.

A loud rumble filled the park, a common occurrence when every man drove a
big truck or had a motorcycle, but Tuck would recognize that specific
rumble anywhere. He jumped and hollered when turned the corner and saw
Daddy's big dirty truck pulling into their driveway. He waved his arms like
a loon as his Daddy hauled himself out of the elevated truck, the whole
machine wobbling as he stepped off. His Dad waved back, a big grin on his
craggy face as he squatted down into a baseball catcher's position, bracing
himself for the incoming boy rocket.

Tuck slammed into his Dad's chest, thick arms instantly snapping around him
and picking him up, the deep bass of his Dad's laugh vibrating through his
entire body. Tuck nuzzled into the sweaty skin of his Dad's neck, snuffling
at the musky scent he'd worked up from a day at the construction site. He
could feel the damp fabric of his Dad's thin shirt soak into his own
clothes as his Dad held him close to his massive chest.

"Hi, Daddy!" Tuck giggled excitedly, wrapping his thin arms around his
Dad's neck and giving him a hug.

"Heya, boy." Daddy rumbled, squeezing his arms tightly for a moment, a huge
grin stretching across his craggy face.

At first glance, Clyde didn't look like the affectionate, doting Father
that he was. Standing well over six feet and tipping the scales at close to
250 lbs, he was one rough looking motherfucker. A lifetime of blue collar
labor had given him thick cords of muscle all over his body covered by
thick pelt of virile hair, though an equally long lifetime of drinking had
given him a hefty beer gut over his powerful abdomen. The man's rough hewn
face looked like a scowl with it's deep set eyes, heavy brow, blocky shape
and thick lips that naturally rested in a frown, but it all changes when
Clyde catches sight of one of his boys.

Tuck's older brother Buck had taken after their Dad in pretty much every
way, looking like a high school version of the giant man, but Tuck had
inherited most of the features of their absent Momma. Slim frame, stunted
growth, delicate features; Tuck was night and day different from the other
men in his family, but they loved each other just as much.

"My boy have a good day at school?" Clyde rumbled, easily carrying his son
and his work stuff into their double-wide.

Tuck babbled on about his day as his Dad put all his stuff away, fingers
playing with the sweaty hair that poked out from Clyde's shirt. Clyde
interjected now and then to show he was listening, but was mostly content
to let his boy chatter on. In the middle of explaining the magic of
volcanoes, Tuck paused and let out a cartoonishly big yawn, making his Dad
chuckle at the cute sight.

"Ready for nap time, kiddo?" The man asked, feeling his own need for rest
creep into his bones.

Tuck nodded in agreement, wiggling out of his Dad's arms so he could take
off his shoes, neatly setting them by the door and looking then looking up
expectantly at his Dad.

Clyde knew what his boy was after, so he heaved himself down on their ratty
old couch, his sweaty ass sinking deep into the cushions. He stuck his huge
feet out towards his son, knowing it was an important part of their nap
time ritual that Tuck help take off his dirty boots. Clyde sagged
backwards, lazy eyes watching as his son's nimble hands picked at the
crusted strings of his boots, working the knots out and shimmying the worn
leather open. It took all the boy's strength to pull the boot off, and he
was rewarded for the task with a nose full of his Dad's sweat soaked sock.

"Whew-wee, Daddy's feet sure do reek today, huh?" Clyde laughed, wriggling
his toes in the damp fabric and pushing it up near Tuck's face.

Tuck giggled and swatted the huge foot away, loudly complaining that the
sock was too stinky. That didn't stop his little pricklet from getting
stiff in his pants at the rank stink, though it was already half-head from
being carried around by his sweaty Papa. He quickly worked at the other
boot, taking it off with a soft, wet shlick and then putting them neatly
next to his much smaller pair of shoes.

Next, Tuck grabbed a handful of the thick sock material at his Dad's ankles
and pulled off the stinky black socks one at a time, covering his hand in
foot sweat. Clyde playfully wriggled his toes again, then got a
contemplative look on his face.

"Hey, bud, it's pretty hot out today, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was, super hot!" Tuck said, his face lighting up.

Anytime his Dad asked that question, it meant their nap time was gonna be
even more fun than it usually was! Their trailer didn't have the best AC,
so the air was frequently thick with heat and the musk of two sweaty men
and one sweaty. It could make sleeping a pain, unless you were willing to
take off some layers.

"Guess we better get these hot clothes off then." Clyde winked, thick
fingers starting to work at the buttons of his shirt.

Tuck whined and jumped up into his Dad's lap, saying that he wanted to do
the buttons. Clyde relented, moving his hands to support his son under his
ass as the boy took his time working off every button, trailing his hands
down from his Dad's huge pecs and across his ample gut, finally getting the
last one and tugging the shirt out from his Dad's pants. Clyde pulled the
shirt off the rest of the way, revealing his drenched undershirt, a stained
wifebeater that could barely contain his bulk.

Tuck's stiffy jumped in his pants as he looked at the yellowed stains under
his Dad's arms, getting a few tantalizing whiffs of his underarm funk. The
boy wondered if his Dad was gonna let him do the buttons of his pants too,
an exciting prospect, but instead he was bucked off the couch by a strong
push from his Dad's stomach and told to grab hold of the ends of his pants.

Clyde unbuckled his heavy belt and popped the tight button on his pants,
shimmying on the couch to get the worn denim over his thick ass and
thighs. Tuck was only half focused on tugging on the pants legs, instead
gazing adoringly at the fat, round lump wobbling between his Dad's
thighs. Clyde only had a few pairs of shabby briefs, stained and filled
with holes, which always offered Tuck a few peeks at what his Dad was
packing.

He hadn't seen his Dad naked for years, though not from lack of
trying. You'd think he'd be able to see something, living in such tight
quarters with two sexy, beefy men, but the most he'd seen was a few flashes
of bush and nutsac through the many holes of his Dad's and Bro's
undies. The sight of the massive bulge was more than enough for now,
especially during cuddley nap times when Tuck could stare at it as much as
he wanted.

Once Clyde and Tuck had finally gotten rid of his jeans, the big man
reached down and started playfully manhandling his son, pushing him around
between his hands while he took off the boy's shirt and shorts. Tuck
giggled the whole while, toeing his shorts off from around his ankle and
eagerly ripping his socks off. His cartoon underwear had a slight tent in
the front from his tiny penis, but he wasn't old enough to be all that
embarrassed by it yet.

Once Dad and Son were sufficiently undressed, the big guy swung his feet up
onto the couch and settled in, patting his stomach with one hand and
reaching out the other one towards Tuck.

"C'mere, buddy boy, time to take a nap." He said with a big yawn.

Tuck once again launched himself at his Dad, giggling lightly as he was
smushed against the man's solid chest. He squiggled around for a minute,
finding a comfortable fit against the muscled curves of his Dad's body,
getting himself covered in more of his Dad's sweat.

The two ended up in their usual position; Clyde on his back, one arm thrown
back past his head and the other one curled loosely around Tuck, who was
using his Dad's pecs and gut as a mattress and laying completely on top of
him, small hands bunched up in the wet wife beater.

Tuck let himself relax, breathing in the calming stink of his Dad's sweaty
body, gently moving up and down as his Dad's breathing slowly turned deep
and steady. The boy enjoyed the warmth and comfort for a few minutes,
fingers idly bunching up and feeling the wet fabric in his hand, but soon
enough his boyish libido got the better of him.

His eyes drifted across the wide expanse of his Dad's bulging chest,
looking at all the dark little hairs that poked out around it. He followed
the hem of the dingy shirt all the way to the thicket that his Dad's thrown
back arm was exposing. His immature balls tingled as he looked at the thick
wiry hair in his Dad's open armpit, still visibly damp with sweat.

Tuck flicked his eyes up to his Dad's scruffy face, making sure he was
totally asleep. Once he was sufficiently sure, he started to slowly wiggle
himself sideways across his Dad's wide plane of pecs. The closer he got to
the open pit, the more his nose was tickled by the deep, musky tones of his
Daddy's BO.

He stopped once he reached his target, his little face just an inch away
from the hairy arm bush. For some reason, he was the horniest he'd ever
been in his life. The more he smelled his Dad's body, the better his dick
felt, and the more he needed to enjoy the stench.

He leaned forward a bit and brushed his nose against the very tips of
Daddy's armpit hair, body vibrating as he took a deep sniff. The yeasty
stink exploded his brain, going straight to his throbbing crotch. He
sniffed more and more, filling his young lungs with the pungent pit
funk. His head slowly gravitated towards the inner pit, sinking his face
into the thick bush of sweaty hair. Oily sweat smeared across his face,
marking him with the stench of a hairy adult male.

He spent a whole minute just sniffing and huffing, brushing his nose
against the damp skin. The heady smell made a haze fall over his brain,
making him only think of how good everything felt, and how nice his Dad
smelt. He wondered briefly if it would taste as good as it smelt,
remembering the times he'd licked his own sweaty arms, surprised at how
salty he'd gotten after a day of playing.

Before he could stop himself, his tongue gently poked out from between his
sweat soaked lips and took a long, slow lick up the crinkly hairs and salty
skin. He whimpered lightly, his taste buds buzzing with the earthy musk of
pit funk. His entire body went boneless and lax, sinking his face even
deeper into the hairy pit as he licked and licked, wiggling his tongue
around like he was enjoying a giant nasty piece of candy.

Sweat slide down his throat as he lost track of time, only thinking of
lapping up more of the sweaty musk trapped in his Dad's pit. When his face
was getting uncomfortably warm, and his lungs started to ache for oxygen,
Tuck regretfully withdrew his face from the fragrant bush, the sticky black
hairs clinging to his youthful face.

Hazy eyes looked up at his Dad's furry face, looking for any signs that his
energetic pitfeast had woken him up. His breathing was as deep as ever,
though, his face totally slack and looking like the picture of sleep. His
hard dicklet throbbed in his undies, stiffer than ever. He looked back at
the sopping pit of sweat and spit, wanting to dive back in and huff some
more stench, but another thought crossed his mind.

He wondered if other parts of Daddy smelled as dirty and good. He
remembered the intense stench that rose from his Dad's sweaty work feet
every time he took off the socks and shoes, and immediately wanted to
experience it from super close up. If there was ever a time to do it, it
was during nap time!

Tuck carefully slide out from under his Dad's arm, helpfully aided by the
sweat that was building on both their bodies in the hot, humid trailer. He
got off the couch and held his breath while standing still, waiting to see
if he'd nudged Daddy awake, an iron tent poking out of his cartoon
undies. Clyde snuffled a little in his sleep, but was otherwise silent and
still.

The boy quietly padded to the end of the couch, where his Dad's huge feet
were resting on the arm, the long soles right at face level with Tuck. One
hand reached down to reflexively grab hold of his twitch dick, tugging and
pulling at it with an immature technique.

The stink of foot was strong at the end of the couch, making his nose
tingle. There was no hesitation in his movements as he leaned in and
pressed his little nose against the big Daddy foot, snorting up his rank
foot stink. The boy took deep, quick sniffs over and over, running his nose
up and down and all around the pair of feet, sniffing the soles and heel
and arch and big hairy toes. They'd been stewing inside of soaked soaks for
the entire day, trapped in the thick leather boots he wore to work, so
there was a lot of stink for the boy to snort.

The stench went right to his dick, making him let out little breathy boy
moans. His tongue soon followed nose, darting out to lick at the tangy
sweat dripping down the massive feet. They twitched slightly as the small
tongue tickled the thick calloused skin, toes bending down to cover the
boy's head then back up to spread out. Tuck followed the movement upwards
with his tongue, darting between the big toes and tasting the concentrated
funk resting in the hollows.

Tuck felt so naughty, enjoying his Dad's stink like this, but he couldn't
stop. He loved feeling naughty and dirty. He knew for sure that he would be
sniffing and licking his Dad's hairy body every day during naptime from now
on, quickly growing addicted to the taste and smell.

From the corner of his heavily lidded eyes, Tuck spied the discarded socks
sitting on his Dad's boots. The boy giggled as naughty idea came to him. He
quickly but quietly sped over to the socks, picking one up and bringing it
up to his mouth, feeling the fabric squish wetly against his lips. They
were totally soaked with stinky sweat, liquid dripping down his hand as he
squeezed the end of the sock that was in his hand. He tested out sucking on
them, grimacing as he got a mouthful of super tangy foot sweat, unsure if
he loved it or only kind of liked the unique taste.

Having a big adult sock pressed against his mouth would get in the way of
sniffing and licking, which wouldn't do at all. Tuck dropped the sock from
his mouth and picked up the other one, still completely full of sweat. He
opened up his undies and dropped the whole sock in, shivering as the it
wrapped around his dick and balls, creating a big sweaty cushion for
them. The band snapped back as he let go, giggling loudly behind his hand
as he looked at the big ball of sock that was bulging out his undies. He
looked like Daddy now!

He moaned a little as he walked back to his Dad's feet, the sock squishing
around his smooth crotch. He reached a hand down to massage the lump,
pushing it around in his underwear and humping up against it, naughty
tingles buzzing in his testicles.

The boy went back to sniffing around his Dad's feet, but only got a minute
of stinky sniffs before they started moving around. Panic shot through his
little heart, so he ducked down behind the arm and held his breath, waiting
for the sounds of movement to stop. They only lasted for a few seconds,
probably just the result of his Dad shifting around in his sleep to find a
comfy new position.

Tuck hesitantly poked his head up over the dirty arm of the couch, scoping
out the situation. A big tingle went down his spine as he saw that his Dad
had shifted his legs to spread wide, one thick thigh going down towards the
ground, the other hoisted up onto the back of the couch. It was such a
silly sleeping position that Tuck couldn't help but giggle at it because it
put his Daddy's massive hairy bulge right on display.

He wondered if that would smell good too! He knew that sometimes, on really
hot days, when he was running around the yard with his Daddy and got close
to his greasy bulge, there was always a deep and musky hint of something in
the air, and now was the perfect time to find out if it really was coming
from the bulging sphere that was constantly pushing out the man's pants.

His new mission secured, Tuck slipped back onto the couch between his Dad's
wide-spread thighs, slowly crawling up til he was sitting right in front of
the tattered moose-knuckle in his Dad's soiled briefs. He could feel the
heat rising up from the soft sausage, bringing with it the most deliciously
dank stink Tuck had ever smelled.

The boy's face was drawn down towards the mound, powerless to stop now that
he'd glutted himself on so much manstink. All he could think about was
getting more up his button nose. The boy coo'd softly as his face sank into
the warm bush that poked out of the top of the underwear. This thicket of
curls was much muskier than his Dad's rank armpits, stinking like pure
testosterone and manfunk. Tuck snorted it up deep, rooting his nose through
the fluffy bush.

He worked himself down towards the thick line of his Dad's dick, following
the thick curve where it was curled up in his briefs. Tuck didn't even know
how to describe the smell, not knowing a single thing that could compare to
the moist funk of a grown man's sweaty junk. A peculiar acrid taste tickled
his nose as he pushed his nose around, unaware he was nuzzling right up
against the hooded head of his Dad's thick dick.

The tube started to flex and pulse, filling up with sleepy blood. A
particularly lively throb sent Tuck's nose tumbling down off the spongy
head right into the goopy squish of a fat pair of testicles. Tuck couldn't
help himself as he moaned with every breath he let out, sniffing the nasty
musk of his Dad's cumheavy balls.

His whole body quivered as he stuffed his face as deep into the stinky
bullbag as it could go, the wrinkled skin pushing up around his face,
covered with piss stained, threadbare cotton. The dank air was filled with
the sounds of desperate sniffing and a soft squishing as Tuck vigorously
masturbated himself with his Dad's stinky wet sock.

An intense dry orgasm shook the boy just as he was getting his nose to the
bottom of the large sac, getting the first hints of what lay further
down. Clyde's spermtanks muffled the boys pleasured moans as his little
dick went crazy in his undies. He stayed resting against his Dad's nads as
the orgasm slowly left his body, nose stinging and choked with sweat from
his energetic sniffs.

Tuck's body froze suddenly as his Dad's tree-trunk legs quickly closed in
around him, trapping his son's body against his bulge as his thighs pushed
his ballbag even further up around the boy's face til only his wide eyes
were visible.

Tuck looked up across the fat bulge, big gut, wide pecs, and thick neck
until he found his Dad's smirking eyes, glittering with alertness. The man
gave a big stretch, jostling the boy around as he flexed all his muscles in
tandem before relaxing back and reaching down to scratch at his bush,
pushing his reeking bulge up and down on his son's face.

"Mmmm," Clyde rumbled, "Seems like my little piglet's been gettin real
fuckin naughty."

Tuck tried to shake his head, but couldn't move it much. His protests that
he wasn't being naughty were all but muffled by the corpulent nut
flesh. Clyde took pity on the poor boy, reaching down his same bush-stink
hand to gently pat the boy's head, giving him one of his rugged, charming
smiles.

"Don't worry, baby boy, Daddy loved it when his boy got all piggy." Clyde
laughed. "But ya know, I think you missed a spot, and it's one of Daddy's
faaaaaavorite stinkspots." He said in a sing-song voice, bunching his balls
up under Tuck's face to make him bounce slightly.

Tuck looked up curiously at his Dad, wondering what smelly spot he
missed. He wiggled around until he broke free from his Dad's grip. Clyde
laughed as he saw his son's sweat and spit soaked face and the big bulge of
what looked like one of his socks sticking out of his son's funpals.

"I missed a spot? And you're not mad?" The boy asked.

"You know Daddy can't be mad at you, kiddo. He's been waitin for this for a
while! And yeah, you missed a big one, piglet." Clyde confirmed gently.

"Show me, Daddy, I wanna sniff it!" Tuck demanded, eager to find the hidden
stench he'd apparently missed.

"Are you suuure? It might be too much for a little boy like you," Clyde
said, a light mocking tone in his deep voice, "Are you sure you can handle
the stink?"

"I can take it, Daddy, I need to smell your stink. Please show me!" The boy
said, looking cross at his father's doubt.

"Okay, if you're sure..." Clyde winked at his son then carefully flipped
himself over so that his thick, fat, square muscular ass was looking up at
Tuck.

He shucked his torn briefs off, offering the boy a brief glimpse at his
half-hard dick and floppy balls before he settled back onto the couch, ass
cheeks squishing together tightly. Clyde let his son look at his hairy ass
for a few seconds, cock throbbing with the perversity about what he was
about to do.

When he was sure Tuck was paying close attention, he reached his gnarled
hands back and grabbed a massive cheek in each hand, then slowly pulled his
cheeks apart with the crisp sound of sweaty flesh being peeled from
itself. Tuck's eyes went huge as he gazed at the fur-choked crack get wider
and wider until he could finally see the sticky pucker of his Daddy's
shithole. The forbidden scent wafted up from the crack, sending Tuck right
back into a musky haze.

"There it is, baby boy, Daddy's most favorite, stinkiest, most rank
sniffspot!"



That's Chapter 1, hope you liked it! If you have any questions, comments,
or if you just wanna talk kink, feel free to message me at
niftystudentwriter at gmail dot com.