Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:30:26 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Training Sessions with my Dad #3

Ninety percent of this scenario is based upon my true life experiences and
is told for the personal pleasure of similarly inclined adults. Be
forewarned, it covers W/S, Teen sex--not incest--, scat, etc.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
Author: Hugh Sacks or Scatty



TRAINING SESSON  THREE

Mom knows I cleaned the floor


"Good morning, sleepy head; I was just about to call up to you.  You and
dad must have been up late last night for you to sleep this late."

"Oh yes; we had a great time asking and answering questions about all sorts
of things.  We played catch with the football and I actually scored twice
and that's a first for me."

"That's good to hear.  I know he was sorry he had to spend so much time
getting the company up and running again and not being able to be with Bud
and Sis---especially Bud.  But they turned out just fine and we're all
proud of their success.

"Must have spilled something last night as the floor looks so sparkling
clean."

As dad said, as careful as I was not to over do it, she noticed anyway but
I was able to cover our tracks by saying,

"As usual your pea soup was fantastic but I did tip the pot as I was
getting it from the stove, a spilled a little of it," and that's all that
was said about it.

"Dad's note says he'll be a few minutes late this afternoon and you know
the rules: No one in or out and no messing around with tools or equipment.
If you need anything, go next door to Mr. Sitar's "I know mom and I'll have
enough home work to do until he gets here and I have merit badges to work
on also," I replied as I finished up my breakfast and dashed off to catch
the bus.

That was one, very long day but all I could think about was piss---dad's
and mine. I drank so much fluid hoping to have enough to last all night
that I just had to go to the men's room and piss.  What a waste I thought
but at least I was able to use the barrier free cubicle and piss up and on
my chest and even shoot some into my mouth.

I worked extra hard and fast so I'd have all my homework done before
leaving school `cause my one plan was to get home and practice shooting
piss into various pans.  In fantasy land, I saw myself shooting arcs of
piss across the garage and hitting every pan, right on.  I also mentally
practice with my six shooter, knocking down every target on the carnival
midway.

FINALLY that dammmned bell rang and I was off to catch the bus.  A buddy
sat next to me and commented that it smelled like baby diapers.  I'd have
to be more careful about when and where to enjoy myself.

There were plastic flower pot in the garage and I used them as target
practice but they were to heavy to knock over. What I really had to
practice on was hitting the mark but it was harder than I expected.  I had
to bring them closer and closer to me until I was almost standing over
them.  I realized that piss doesn't last for ever and I had to replenish
mine if I was going to have any to share with dad so I forced myself to
down three cans of pop.  I think an accurate term for my first try was
`Piss-Poor'.  This was gonna take longer than I'd expected but it would be
a fun and tasteful experience since I'd set a goal for myself: I could only
drink the piss that landed in a pot.

Dad wasn't to late but he was tired as he came through the garage door. I
had just put the piss pots away and was `fake' working out on the bench.

We exchanged general greetings but he had one thing on his mind and that
was to get to the john.  "Got an urgent need to crap.  Excuse me for a
moment.  He came back saying,

"That was one hell-of-a-day.  I know you must be as excited as I was this
morning about picking up where we left off but honestly I don't know how
much I have in me.  I'm hungry and exhausted. Have you eaten?"

"No I was waiting for you."

"Did think of this on the ride home: How'd you like to strip you dad and
get to his strap before it lands in the hamper?"

"Fantastic but how'd you know about my interest in your jock strap?'

"You may have thought I didn't know you were in the powder room but I did
and I'd always face in that direction when stripping.  You even liked it
when I'd stretch my balls.  Even mom knows about your interest but that's
all over for now. You can have it anytime you want. Ya don't have to sneak
it any more."

And as the conversation continued he stepped right in front of me with his
hands hanging freely at his sides---just waiting for me to undress him.

"DAD, how'd mom know?"  Parents are an amazing thing. They seemed to know
everything.  There's no use in trying to cover up anything.  Might just as
well tell them all to begin with.

"Your mom comes in every night, actually morning, to give you a kiss and a
few nights ago she slipped her hand under your pillow to plump it up and
discovered my smelly jock strap there and accused me of putting it there.
That was the first I knew anything about your interest in the smell or
taste of jock straps.

"Told her that was one of your questions the other night about when you
should or had to wear a support.  I gave him one to try on for size and to
know what it would feel like," he said and added,

"I think she's buying one in your size so when she gives it to you, you can
thank her honestly."  Amazing, simply amazing !

During the hearing of that, I'd managed to untie his boots and pull them
off.  I left the heavy white socks, as those turned me on.  Then I stood up
and unbuttoned his shirt, immediately exposing his hairy chest and dark
nipples.  As he helped by pulling his arm through a shelve I was able to
draw my hand though his hairy chest and get to those amazing nipples. He
turned slightly, offering them to me.  I let my fingers glide over them as
they bounced from finger to finger. I was repeating the act that I'd seen
him idly perform while watching TV. It was so much fun that I did it time
and time again.

"You are soooo gentle, cautious; they won't break or wear out.  Here, take
a good hold on them and give `em a twist," as he took control of them.

He pulled them out so far that the brown circles around them were reduced
to the size of a dime, not their quarter size and then he twisted them
completely around. When he let them go they were still in that flat,
squeezed position.

With out saying a word he positioned one and than the other one right
before me and I repeated the action, much to his moan of pleasure and
agreement.  I just wondered how long it would be before I'd have tits like
that.

"Ya can suck on them if you want. They can taste quite nice, with the right
amount of sweat on them."

 I did and they did----taste great!—texture and taste wise.

It was then that I picked up the source of that intoxicating aroma of
manliness. It was coming from his arm pits and he knew what I was thinking
as he turned his body around even more so I'd have access to first his left
and than his right pit. They were very hairy and held a goodly amount of
sweat.  My nose was pressed firmly in them and I inhaled breath after deep
breath of this most masculine man---my dad.

"Smells better than a jock strap doesn't it? Lick it....." was his
suggestion.

I did, over and over and over until there was no smell left.

Now for the `pis de resistance' his crotch. I unbuckled his massive belt
and snapped open his jeans.  He's a large man with a large butt and it took
a bit of pulling to get his jeans down, but down them came.

He just stood back showing off his massive bulge of a basket.  I knew
exactly what I wanted to do.  I'd dreamed of this for a year.  I wanted to
bury my face in his smelly, raunchy, crotch.  With my hands on both his ass
cheeks I did just that, bury my face as deeply into this mound of manliness
as I could, all the while sniffing like crazy so none of the aroma would go
to waste.

My hands automatically went from his ass to his thighs and the sides of the
straps. It too, took a bit of pulling put when it did come down, his
package of sex tools, came flying out.  Before he could step free of the
strap, I had his cock in my mouth, sucking off all the delicious moisture
that had built up there that day. This was heaven on earth. I just sniffed,
sucked, chewed, swallowed every inch I could get my face, mouth and tongue
on to.  Could anything get better than this? I doubt it.  I went through
the whole routine again, until I thought my mouth was being stretched to
its limits and then he added, with yet another suggestion, instruction,

"Ya can be a bit more forceful than that. Think of it as a toy that a puppy
would bite into and then shake the hell outta it."

That was a perfect description and I knew exactly what to do.  I grabbed
his cock with my teeth and began to twist my head from side to side and he
let out a moan of excitement and joy that you could hear from the outside,

"OOOHHHH ! ! ! ! )(&%)&)%)(%*##$## fuckin' son-of-a-bitch, that feels 
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And he whaled like that again when I got all of one nut in my mouth as he
pulled it back, scrapping it against my sharp teeth. "THAT FEELS SO FUCKIN'
GOOD!!! I can't tell ya how good that feels.  Keep it up!" he said, with
both hands in my curly hair.  I did and finally got every ounce of sweat
and odor from his sex tool.  It took several minutes before he could regain
control of his mind and body and return to the other need of the
hour---food.

As anxious as I was and as hungry as he was, we ate quickly; the only thing
about it was I don't remember what we had for dinner but I'm sure we had
plenty to drink.  We both cleared the dishes and headed for the garage.  I
was surprised that he headed right toward the shower and turned it on.

I wasn't interested in taking a shower even if it was with him but he said,

"I know how cold the kitchen floor must have been. By running this very hot
water it should warm up the concrete a little and if we keep it running a
little, it will feel much better if you want to lay down.

As he spoke I resumed my position on the ground in front of him and he took
his time in playing with his cock and balls, knowing that I was enjoying
all of it

"Ready......here it comes..." and with that he pissed, full force onto my
crotch and just kept it there until I could get my hand down there to play
with my small cock.

Then he pissed up and across my quivering stomach and on to my tits but I
still didn't feel a thing.  He stopped. I opened my mouth as wide as I
could and just watched in utter amazement as this huge image above me...my
dad...began to piss a sparkling golden arc of manly piss right into my
toilet mouth.  I was able to gulp it all down, gulp after gulp after gulp.

As that wasn't enough, he turned around and by placing his feet on either
side of my ears, piss directly down and into my toilet mouth.  It felt much
more forceful as there was no waste of energy by having it sail thorough
the air.  This had all the force of direct gravity and a lot of it did
splash out.  I wasn't sorry about that loss because the sensation of being
pissed on with that much force was worth it. That piss joining the trickle
of warm water made it feel like I was floating in piss.  Again, the taste
was soooo much more than I'd expected.  We both had stored our piss for a
whole day, yet his was so much richer, tastier.  It was also much darker in
color.  I don't think I've ever pissed that rich, golden, a fluid.  I've
become addicted to the acidity of manly bodily fluids. Limes and almonds
have now become my favorite goods, hoping to have them influence the taste
of my pee.

We were still and silent for a very long time. Partly because dad was dead
on his feet and partly because I was so over whelmed with the whole
experience. I sat up, with the warm water still running past my ass and
feet.  I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around my knees, just looking
up at dad.  He was still holding, playing with, his dick.

"Now it's my turn, dad.  Even though I had to relieve myself of some of my
piss because the pressure was so great, I still feel bloated and have a lot
to offer. How would you like it?'

`As beat as I am, I can't disappoint you but I think it would be easiest to
sit on the bench and suck on your virgin cock."

He did and I did---let him suck my small cock in his mouth, awaiting
everything I had to offer.  It was a lot and I let him have it full force.
At one point, while he was catching his breath, he took control of my dick
and let me shoot piss all over his hair, head, and see it trickle down his
massive chest.  Then he sucked it back into his mouth and I felt an urge
I'd never felt before.  Having a man's mouth around my dick was an amazing
feeling.

"Now....that's what I call extra virgin piss.. and that's absolutely the
best kind; not all this `full body' flavored stuff that's been around to
long."

That made me feel special.  That I could offer something that no one else
could.

With in the next few minutes we both stepped into the shower and dad turned
up the pressure and we took a quick shower together, shampooing all the
same spots and rubbing against each other the same way.  In the work out
area we had the huge beach towels to dry off with so it was quick and
easy. Then dad, sighed with delight and suggested we turn in.  We did just
that.

Again with the `Thanks and I love ya's'.

That was a very good session and I had a lot to be grateful for but
tomorrow was the beginning of the weekend and there wouldn't be much
opportunity to get into any of this.

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