Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 14:01:52 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Toilet Sex With Dad

To the reader:

My stories were written as fantasy roleplay in e-mails to buddies of
mine.  Each man, the subject of the e-mail, being the focus around which
the fantasy/story evolved.

This story involves a friend of mine, older than I, whom I refer to as
"Dad."  The story relates a sexual/fantasy encounter on a "taboo"
subject:  incest, between father and son.  The characters can be
replaced with your incestuous imagination with your Dad.

The following story is pure fantasy but based on the authors' actual
sexual experiences with another man.

May 20, 2000

Hi Dad

I'm sitting here in my college dorm thinking about all the times we
shared together.  The camping trips, the fishing trips you took me on.
But most of all those intimate experiences that we shared as father and
son.  A closeness that I miss tremendously in my new found
circumstances, separated from you, who awakened in me the fullness of my
sexual identity and who shared with me the intimacy that only a father
and son can share together.

Do you remember, Dad, that day when:

You are in the bathroom. You call for me to "come here." I comply and
find you naked sitting on the toilet slowly jacking your cock. As you
pull your skin down I can see your cock is still dirty from the previous
nights' play.

"Like what you see Marc?" you ask, "my cock is still shitty and stink
from last night."

"Fuck yeah," I reply.

"Then get over here and worship my dirty dick. Smell it. Lick it. Suck
it!"

In an instant I'm kneeling in front of the toilet bowl before your
outspread legs.
You remove your hand from your cock and bring it to your face and
breathe deep.

"Oh yeah," you moan, "fuckin' dirty, stink cock, ripe with shit, cum and
cock cheese!"

"Worship it boy! Worship Dad's hot, nasty cock!"

I obey your commands to smell, lick and suck your dirty dick.

"That's it boy," you groan, "make Dad's cock feel good. Yeah, get that
shitty cheese from under the skin! Feels so fuckin' good. So fuckin'
nasty!"

My tongue and mouth works its magic up and down your man shaft.

"Does this make you happy Dad?" I ask. "Am I pleasing you Dad?"

"Fuck yeah son!" you reply. "You're making your Dad feel wonderful and
nasty!"

"Like the taste of your Dad's filthy cock?"

"Mmmmmmm," I moan, "tastes so fuckin' nasty and smells so fuckin'
raunchy too!"

"Fuck son," you groan, "keep that up and I'm gonna fuckin' shoot my cock
cream. I don't wanna get off too soon. I gotta treat in store for you."

With a puzzled look I release my mouth from your rigid cock and lean
back on my haunches, my back resting against the wall. I reach down
between my legs and begin to stroke my rock hard dick which is profusely
dripping pre cum.
You watch my masturbation scene with delight.

"Yeah boy," you urge, "show your Dad how you play with your cock. Make
your dick feel good."

"Finger your asshole son."

I slip a finger down to my shithole, rubbing my finger against its
puckering ass lips. My hole is moist, the hairs of my ass trench still
damp from the previous night's lubrication of spit, piss, shit and cum.

"Ease your finger up your shithole son," you whisper in a lustful voice.
Tell me what you feel son."

Obediently I work my finger into my moist hole. The feeling is
exhilirating as my finger presses into the shit up my asshole: my
morning dump, which I haven't taken yet.

"That's it son," you coax, "finger fuck your shithole. Tell me what you
feel."

"I feel shit Dad," I moan in response. "Dirty, filthy, nasty butt slop
Dad!"

As my finger slowly works its way in and out of my shit chute, my
morning dump begins to secrete its way from my hole, coating my
penetrating finger as well as the hair swirling around my asshole.

"That's it boy. Finger fuck your filthy hole. In and out of that shitty,
stink hole! Now take your finger out and show your Dad your dirty
finger!"

I ease my finger out of my asshole and as I do so a sloppy, wet fart
escapes followed by a splatter of creamy, soft shit which hits the tiles
of the bathroom floor.
You take in the scene before you with a look of erotic lust in your
eyes. My masturbation and finger fuck action has caused your breathing
to become short, gasps. Your cock responds by pulsing, throbbing, and
jerking about all on its own with no help from your hand.

Watching your dancing cock before me I can see pre cum oozing copiously
from your piss slit.

"Smell your finger son," you say, encouragement in your rasping voice.
"Breathe deep the aroma of your man cunt. Your filthy, fuckin' manhole!"

Excitedly I bring my shit coated finger up towards my face. Before my
finger even approaches the proximity of my nose I can smell its pungent
fragrance. Closer and closer my dirty finger approaches my now flaring
nostrils.

In what seemed like an eternity, every action moving in slow motion, my
stinking finger makes contact with my nostrils.
Obedient to Dad's urging I inhale deeply, savoring with each deep
breath, the skanky aroma that I know to be my asshole ... my shit.

"Dad," I moan with gutteral lust, "I smell my ass. I smell my shit. I
smell my stink. This is all so nasty! This is all so dirty!"

"Your doing fine son," you reply. "Just look and see what your doing to
your Dad's cock."

As I open my partially closed eyes I can see your cock jerking and
thrashing about. I become even more aroused and inhale the filth from my
finger with more passion and gusto. Your cock responds. Each inhalation
on my part met with a jerk of your pre cum oozing cock!

Slowly. Erotically. You spread your legs even further apart. You gaze
down towards your throbbing cock and in an instant your piss slit is
erupting with a stream of your hot man piss. As the stream becomes more
intense, it shoots high into the air and splashes, on its downward
decent, onto your crotch and dissipates into the water of the toilet
bowl.
The splashing sound of your man piss as it hits the water in the toilet
bowl, echoes within the bathroom.

As the stream subsides, your reach down and point your still pissing
cock towards me. The last spurts of your man piss arches forward and
splatters on my chest. The warm, yellow liquid runs in rivulets down my
chest towards my straining cock and balls, finally settling in a liquid
pool atop the shit splatter I had just released from my asshole, moments
earlier.

"Fuck," you scream. "Bathe in my hot man piss! It's the kind of fuckin'
shower you deserve son!"

I reach down to my chest where your piss stream has hit my body and
begin to rub your piss, hot and rank in its first morning freshness, all
over my chest. Into my armpits so that it soaks every pit hair. Upward
my wet hand travels all over my face and onto my shaved head. My piss
drenched fingers fucking my hungry pig mouth!

"Mmmmmmmmm," I moan in pig thirsty lust, "your morning piss tastes so
fuckin' filthy and strong Dad!"

"How's that fuckin' dirty finger of yours smell now son with your Dad's
piss on it?"
Once more I raise my shitty finger, now dripping with your strong,
morning piss to my nose and breathe deeply. The aroma is intoxicating,
almost hypnotic, like a rush of poppers, and transcends me into an
exhliration of lust and depravity.

Your piss gift has caused my body to buck and thrash wildly against the
wall. My back arches forward thrusting my rigid cock towards you.

Then a sound fills the room, its echoes reverberating within the lust
crazed depths of my mind. Your manly ass explodes furiously with a deep,
juicy, wet fart. I know that sound well as it signals the beginning of a
satisfying dump.

"Ah Fuck!" you moan, as the gaseous fumes are released, filling the air
with its rank aroma, followed by the deep, splashing sound of your shit
hitting the water of the toilet bowl.

The immediate stench released from your asshole fills the room, as does
the sound of our gutteral sniffing. Each wishing to inhale deeply the
rank odor escaping from you ass!

"I'm takin' a fuckin' dump boy!" you holler, as you empty the contents
of your shit chute into the toilet. "It's fuckin' all for you son!
Fuckin' filthy shit-pig slut that you are! Dad's nasty, stinkin' ass
slop for his shitty whore boy!"

At that moment I raise up and lunge towards your throbbing cock,
engulfing its fullness into my pig hungry mouth, sucking furiously, and
with deep passion, as you relieve the contents of your manly ass.

You lurch upwards, standing to full height, my mouth never leaving your
tangy cock. With one final grunt, the last stinking log escapes your
shithole and falls onto the rim of the toilet breaking in two. The other
half falls onto the floor.

In the twinkle of an eye, you swing your body around so that now your
dirty ass is hovering above my upturned face. I can see shit clinging,
mashed within the cleft of your cheeks.

Once more your voice booms:

"Smell my ass son! Smell your Dad's filthy, stinking, dirty ass! Bury
your face in Daddy's raunchy butt!"

Without hesitation on my part my hands reach for your ass, spreading
those filthy mounds wide apart and instinctively I bury my pig face into
the dirty cleft of your ass.
I savor its foul aroma, and my tongue, like the forked tongue of a
snake, darts in an out of your brown, smeared asshole.

"Fuck Dad," I moan, lust welling in every breath I take, "your ass
smells so stink. It's so nasty Dad!"

"Yeah," you groan, grinding your fithy ass onto my pig sucking face,
"eat Daddy's stnking shithole son! Taste my shit!"
My tongue swirls around your dirty, shitty hole. The taste of your filth
fills my mouth. My gut instinct is to retch and vomit but I am soothed
by the aroma I have learned to love so much.

"Don't you fuckin puke son!" you holler, "or else you're gonna be eating
more than shit and I know you don't want that!"

"Yes sir," I meekly comply, filling my mouth more and more with the
taste of your filth.

Our cocks are raging, spitting their pre-cum in copious threads. We both
realise that the end, that wild rush of raw, animalistic lust is not far
off.

You reach down into the toilet bowl and grab hold of one of your massive
turds. In lust crazed frenzy you bring it towards your face, inhaling
deeply its erotic scent, savoring every raw, filthy aroma.
With every breath you take, your filthy ass bucks and grinds into my
face.

In a final lunge of animal lust, greed, and passion, you smash your turd
onto your face, smearing its warm filth all over your face!

Your lust has reached its peak. You can contain it no longer. Your body
heaves and convulses, your shitty ass bucks wildly on my face. In that
instant of animal arousal, your cock spews its ball cream, wave after
wave of ejaculatory tension into the toilet, rich gobs of sticky, fluid
goo, splattering on the turds, your turds, remaining in the bowl.

At the same instant, my tongue plunges deeply into your filthy fuckhole,
the taste of your ass fills my mouth, bitter and tangy, and my cock
erupts violently, spewing its seed against the white, cool outer
contours of the toilet bowl.

In unison we gasp "fuck, fuck!" our cock slits emptying their creamy,
white fluid.

"Fuck son!" you groan.

"Fuck Dad!" I respond.

Our bodies quiver and quake in the aftermath of our ejaculations and we
fall in one heap into each others' arms, holding each other close, not
wanting to let go. Savoring each second of that union which Dad and son
had shared!

"Dad ... I'm sitting here writing this to you with a raging hardon, my
cock dripping pre-cum, stroking my shaft just the way you taught me.
Delighting in each sensation my hand gives to my cock and the erotic
aroma my smelly ass gives to my nose!"

"Thanks for sending me your dirty, skid marked briefs to sniff and
comfort me on lonely nights."

"I miss you Dad and love you and can hardly wait till Spring Break rolls
around and I can once again have my lust fullfilled in your stinking,
filthy, nasty ass."

Love, your son,
Marc

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