Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2001 03:17:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY JOCK DAD - The Morning After

DISCLAIMER: If you're underage, I envy you! I wish I had somewhere to go
and read about my sexual yearnings when I was your age. If you're my age,
and I'm NOT telling you what that is, sit back, grab some lube and
enjoy. This story is given freely for you to enjoy and hopefully shoot a
load to. And you can share this story with anyone you want, but don't try
and sell it.

MY JOCK DAD - The Morning After
by RimPig
(c) 2001

Dad and I went to bed that night, both of us with hardons. I slept in his
arms as I usually did, but it took me a long time to go to sleep. I was
still busy breathing in the scent of him. I learned later that this was the
smell of a man when sexually aroused. It was the most incredible smell I'd
ever experienced, and I learned to love it.

The next morning I woke before Dad did. And, of course I still had a
hardon. Dad was laying on his back with his arm thrown over his head and I
was laying with my head pressed against his side where the odor of his
underarm was overwhelming me and caused me to awaken. I buried my nose in
the hair of his armpit and breathed deeply. I was once again in heaven! I
truly loved the smell of Dad's body!

But my nosing around in his pit-hair must have disturbed his sleep because
he suddenly turned his body away from me. He came to rest on his stomach
with his arms thrown out and his legs spread like a "V". I lay there
looking at his muscular back and his round, muscular butt. We had slept
naked that night rather than putting our briefs back on and I could see a
trail of light colored hair peeking out of the crack of his beautiful ass.

I was fascinated with it. I lightly ran my fingers down the crack of his
butt, feeling the hairs gently bristle against my fingers. I also began to
gently stroke the cheeks of his ass which were almost hairless. They were
soft and smooth to my touch. I quickly learned that this obviously felt
good because Dad began to push his ass back against my hand and to softly
moan in his sleep. At first it scared me and I thought he was going to wake
up and catch me feeling up his ass. But he quickly settled back into sleep
and so I continued stroking his ass-cheeks and running my fingers down his
butt-crack.

Now, the night before, I had become aware of the special smell to a man's
cock and balls when he's aroused. But now I became aware of a different
odor. This was emanating from the crack of his ass. I quietly got between
his legs and was intrigued by both the view and the scent of him. I could
see the hairs growing down into the dark crack of his ass and continuing on
past his ass to cover his balls which were pulled back between his legs. I
also found the scent of him stronger with my face this close to his butt.

The scent drove me closer and closer. It was heady! It was raw! It was
male! And as I placed my nose to the crack of his ass, I was transported to
another world. A world of sexual excitement and I was completely lost to
it. Without even realizing what I was doing, I began to gently run my
tongue along the crack of his but. At first the hair growing there sort of
tickled my tongue, but as more and more of my saliva wetted them, I began
to taste the sweat of his body and something just a little darker.

What I was doing had a definite effect on Dad. He spread his legs farther
apart and the deep trench between his muscular ass-cheeks widened so that I
could actually see the rosy pucker of his asshole. The scent, of course,
grew even stronger at this point and I was drawn to it like a moth to a
flame. I didn't know or care what Dad would think if he caught me with my
face buried in the crack of his ass. I just knew that's where I wanted to
be and, by all that's holy, I was going to get there!

I put both my hands on opposite cheeks of his butt and gently spread them
apart further. At the same time, I lowered my face to his ass and began
drawing deep breaths of his ass-scent into my nose to savor. I was in
heaven! The sweat and male musk of his ass created a very special and
unique scent that I have continued to love for the rest of my life. But
sniffing just wasn't enough!  I had to taste this sensual mixture.

I lowered my lips to the lips of his ass and gently kissed it. I'm not sure
why I did that. It just seemed like such an intimate and proper thing to
do. I opened my lips and began gently licking at the smooth, slick skin of
his asshole. I was lost immediately to the taste and smell. Before long, I
was running my tongue up and down his whole ass-trench and even began
sucking on the pucker of his hole. At that point, his hole began to soften
and to open up, like the lens of a camera or, better yet, like the entrance
to a secret, magical cave.

Not knowing what else to do, I let my tongue follow the opening and soon I
was licking inside his butt-hole. The inside of his ass had a tartness
which I delighted in. I buried my tongue as deep as I could and licked all
around inside his hole - as much as I could reach.

At this point, Dad began to gently shove his ass back on my tongue, as his
moaning got louder. I knew he was going to wake up any second from my
ministrations to his manhole, but I just couldn't (or wouldn't) bring
myself to stop! I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance to do this again
and I didn't want it to end.

Sure enough, I felt Dad moving on the bed. I figured he was going to yell
at me any second.  However, instead I felt his body twist and his hand
reach down and press my face more firmly in the crack of his ass. It was as
if he was telling me it was ok, and I should continue with my sucking on
his hole.

I became like a wild-child then! I sucked and licked, making slurping
noises as I hungrily and greedily ate his ass. I tried to not just shove my
tongue, but my whole face up his hole. As I continued to eat Dad's butt, I
was rubbing my steel-hard cock against the soft blanket on the bed in a
fucking motion. Dad, too, was pushing his hard cock against the bed. I
didn't realize it, but we were both, very close to cumming.

As Dad's hips pushed back and he began to rub his ass all over my face, it
was too much for me! I let out a groan and felt the wonderful feeling of
orgasm for the second time in my life!!! Dad, realizing what was happening
to me, Again placed his hand on the back of my head and held my face in his
ass until I was done cumming. I collapsed between his legs.

Dad turned over on his back, making sure not to disturb me from between his
legs. As I lay there, I saw him take his huge, hard cock in his hand and
begin stroking it. I immediately decided that this was NOT going to be a
solo act for him and quickly raised myself onto my knees, leaned over his
groin and began to lick and suck at the head of his cock while he continued
to stroke it.

This action of my had the desired effect. I was almost instantly filled
with a huge mouthful of Dad's delicious cum! But remembering last night, I
quickly swallowed it and was rewarded with another mouthful almost
immediately. I was sucking and swallowing for quite a while. I didn't count
them, but I think Dad shot about 8 or 9 loads of cum into my mouth and down
my throat.  There was hardly need for breakfast! My hunger was well taken
care of!

After cumming so hard, Dad lay there breathing deeply for quite a while. I
figured he was doing more than getting his wind back. I figured he was
thinking about what just happened and what he should say or do about it. I
guess a ready answer didn't come to his mind because after a few minutes,
he smiled at me with that great big lazy smile that I love so much and
asked if I was ready for breakfast or did I already have enough.

At this we both started laughing and Dad got up off the bed, picked me up
and threw me over his muscular shoulder and walked into the shower before
putting me down. Showering together was something we had done when I was
small, but not recently.

Dad started out by setting the temperature on the spray and then grabbing
the soap, he squatted down in the shower and began to wash me. He ran his
soapy hands all over my body. He gently ran his fingers through my ass
crack and I was shocked at the tremendously good feeling it caused in my
still hard cock. This was obviously something I needed to explore on my own
body! He also ran his soapy hand over my hard little cock. When I moaned,
he continued to stroke it and within a couple of minutes, I was having yet
another dry orgasm. It left me so weak, I leaned against Dad and he held me
while my body continued to shudder from the 'after-shocks'. He gently
stroked my back and ass while I held onto his neck with my arms.

Finally, it was my turn to soap him. Oh, how I love to run my hands over
the muscles of his body!  His beautiful shoulders and upper arms, his huge
biceps and the mounds of his pec's. The corrugated muscles of his abs and
the strong, thick muscles of his upper thighs. Of course, my favorite
muscles are that huge cock and the muscular ring of his asshole. I spent a
lot of time making sure that they got the 'cleaning' they deserved. Dad
stopped me before he came again, saying that once in the morning was enough
for him!

"After all," he said, "I still need to piss and now you've given me a
hardon which is going to make it very hard to piss with!"

"Well..." I started. "You could do what I do when I have that problem."

"Yeah? What's that?" he asked.

"I just piss in the shower!" I answered. "You don't have to aim it then!" I
laughed.

"No, that's true enough," he replied, "But...with it this hard, it's going
to spray straight up and you may end up getting showered on! And I don't
know if you're ready for that!"

The thought of being covered with Dad's piss was suddenly very intriguing
to me. After all, I was in the shower. It would wash off. And I wondered
what it felt like. I didn't have long to find out!  Without warning, Dad
let go with a short jet of piss which did rise over our heads and came
splashing down on mine! It was very warm and actually felt good! Dad was
laughing at me getting drenched by his piss but was surprised when I asked
for more. He looked at me questioningly but I just smiled. He shrugged his
shoulders and let loose! It was like a fountain, flowing up out of his hard
cock. It flowed all over me and I was drenched in my first "golden
shower". I loved it! It felt like Dad cumming, but for minutes rather than
seconds! As the golden liquid flowed down my head some of it ran across my
lips and I quickly darted out my tongue to see what it tasted like, hoping
Dad wouldn't notice.

It was very salty but not as gross as I thought it might be. In fact, it
wasn't gross at all. I mean, I wasn't exactly a stranger to piss play. When
alone in the shower, I'd pissed on myself and played in my own stream. In
fact, on a couple of occasions, I tasted some of my own piss by licking my
hand after playing in the stream. It was less strong and less salty than
Dad's but not by much.

As he continued to piss, my own bladder let go and a stream reaching all
the way to Dad's chest, hit him without warning. He reached up and began to
rub my piss into his chest like it was some kind of beauty cream. I also
saw some of it hit his face and his tongue dart out to taste it as I had
done. So I figured that he had seen me do the same thing. What he thought
about this, I wasn't sure, but by the end, we were having a 'piss-fight'
with our streams and laughing like two little boys, not just one.

After rinsing off, we went down to the kitchen, still both naked. We sat
and had breakfast. Dad had coffee and some toast, I had cereal and a glass
of V8. After sitting quiet for a while, Dad finally broke the silence.

"Sport," he began. "We really need to talk about a few things."

"Like what, Dad?" as if I didn't know!

"Well, we really need to talk about what happened last night and this
morning. You know I told you I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone
found out what we did. Now, I know I didn't force you into anything this
morning - you kind of started that on your own. But I still don't know if I
should let you do these kind of things. I mean, you're doing things that
guys don't do until they're a lot older than you are. If I didn't know
otherwise, I'd swear you'd either been watching other guys have sex or
someone is having sex with you. Are you SURE that this is all stuff you
thought up yourself or has someone told you about these things? Has anyone
messed around with you?"  "No, Dad! Nobody told me or showed me anything!"
I swore to him.

"I didn't think so. After all, you don't spend any time away from me except
in school. But how did you learn to rim like that?!" he exclaimed.

"Rim?" I asked, completely lost.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't told you about that word because I never would
have believed that you'd be doing it this early! Rimming is when you lick
or suck somebody's ass. Like you were doing to me when I woke up. Why did
you do that? What put the idea in your head?" he asked.

"You won't be mad or disappointed in me if I tell you?" I asked, looking
down not able to face him.

He reached across the table and gently lifted my chin with his hand until I
was looking straight into his eyes.

"I will NEVER be disappointed or angry with you if you tell me the
truth. No matter what it is. I promise you that for the rest of your life."
he swore to me.

"Ok." I said, taking him at his word. My Dad has never, ever lied to me. "I
don't know how to say this though."

"Just tell me in your own words, Sport." Dad said gently, urging me on.

"Well...I love the smell of your body. I don't know why, I just do! It
makes me feel all tingly inside and makes my cock hard as hell!"

He laughed. "Well, that's quite a statement in itself! Go on."

"When I woke up this morning, I was laying next to you and my nose was in
your armpit. I was breathing in your scent and my dick was as hard as could
be. I don't know why, but I pushed my nose in farther and then....." I
trailed off, embarrassed to admit what was coming next.

"Ok, you get off on my man-scent. What did you do next?" he asked.

"I started licking the hairs and skin, trying to taste the scent that was
turning me on." I quietly admitted.

"And what did you taste?" he inquired.

"It tasted kinda salty, but also it tasted like you. It was great!" I
suddenly enthused, remembering what had transpired that morning.

"Well...I guess I'm glad you like it. Some guys really do like the scent of
a man's body. It's not all that unusual. I sometimes get turned on to the
smell of all those sweaty jocks down in the locker room. That's why I where
a really tight jockstrap to keep from showing when I get aroused by them. I
don't want them getting any ideas." Dad explained. "But that's not all that
happened is it?"

"No. After a little while, it must have bothered you, me licking under your
arm and you turned over on your stomach. That's when I saw your butt...." I
trailed off again.

"Oh, come on, Sport. You've seen my butt plenty of times!" he stated.

"Yeah....but not like this. I don't know what made it different, but it
was. It really turned me on looking at it. I got really interested in the
line of hairs you have running down the crack. I started touching them and
stroking your cheeks. It was then you must have felt something cause you
spread your legs open, like you were giving me permission to touch you
there."

"Really? That's interesting. I was asleep, so that was purely a reflex
action." Dad told me.

"Well, whatever it was, I climbed between you legs and that's when I really
caught a whiff of the scent of your butt. I was incredible! It made me so
hard! I was so lost in it, I really didn't know what I was doing. The next
thing I knew, I had my nose buried in your butt really getting a good whiff
and licking your hole."

I know I had to be fire-engine red by now I was so embarrassed with this
tale. I didn't know what Dad was going to think of me after this! Maybe I
was sick. Maybe I needed a shrink! It couldn't be normal to want to do some
of the things I wanted to do to Dad.

But Dad didn't act that way.

"Sport, it's been a long, long time since anyone was as turned onto my body
as you evidently are.  You have no way of knowing how much I loved what you
were doing to me this morning. It has been a long time since anyone has
done those things to me. Now, I'm still not completely comfortable with
someone your age doing them, but I understand - I really, really do!- how
much you are turned on by them. And there's nothing wrong with that. What
turns a guy on is what turns a guy on! Period. There's no explanation for
it. It just "is". So I accept the fact that, at least for now, you are
turned on by guys. And for some reason, especially by me."

"But I understand that!" I said.

"What do you understand?" he asked.

"I understand why you turn me on so much!" I exclaimed.

"Ok, Mr. Know-It-All! Why?"

"It's simple." I said. "I love you! More than anyone else in the whole,
wide world! There's nothing I wouldn't do to please you. There is no part
of you that I don't love. I grew up sleeping with you, being held by
you. I'll bet you my very first memory is of your scent! Even before I
could open my eyes as a baby. You were always the one who held me. Mom
wouldn't! You were always the one who took care of me! Why wouldn't I want
you more than anyone else?"

This was probably the longest declaration of love I had ever given my
Dad. And I meant every word of it. I had delivered the entire speech
looking at the floor because I knew if I looked at him, I'd never get it
all out. I had no idea, however, the effect it would have on him.

I looked up, and there were tears running down his face. Since those bad
days before the divorce, I'd never seen Dad cry again. I suddenly was
stricken with panic! What had I done to hurt him?  What had I done to make
him miserable again?

Dad must have seen the look that came over my face. He quickly wiped the
tears from his eyes and cheeks and picked me up into his arms, cuddling me
gently the way he used to do when I was little. The warmth of his arms and
chest surrounded me and I knew that nothing was wrong.

"Oh, Sport! I don't know what I ever did to deserve a kid like you or to
earn the love you have for me, but I promise you, I'll always love you and
try to never, ever let you down!" Dad said, his voice slightly breaking.

We sat there for a long while, just holding each other. I was so happy, I
didn't care if we never let go of each other again. But finally, Dad lifted
me up and we went upstairs to get ready for the day. Dad did say, that we
needed to talk more, but it could wait until later.

I didn't know what more needed to be said. I loved my Dad. And I loved
doing the things we were doing together. What more was there than that?
Well...I guess I still had a lot of learning to do!


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