Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:30:26 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Training Sessions with my Dad #4

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 SESSION FOUR

Well, that's not exactly true...

Weeeeellllllll that isn't exactly true. The next day on the job was Friday
and much easier and dad had a new found energy and interest in our training
sessions and had laid out a deliberate schedule which I knew nothing
about. (Mom's weekend was Friday afternoon though Sunday afternoon.)

Because there was so little time for the family to be together during the
week, we all spent as much time together as we could on weekends. I
especially enjoyed preparing meals with mom, mostly bread and
deserts/cookies, for the up coming week.  Mom was a good baker and a
wonderful teacher.  She was very interested in experimental cooking and
came up with several `special family' receipts.  Today we were baking
chocolate chip bars, some with mints and some with nuts.

But dad also got into the action. There always seemed to be something that
needed fixing or improving.  Mom always had a weekend list for him.  This
time it was the outside spigot for watering her flower boxes. Right after
breakfast, while mom was sorting out cloths, dad and I were going into town
to the hardware store.  Dad was already in his truck when I got there but
as I opened my door and stepped up into the cab I was pleasantly surprised
to see that he was nude.  His cut offs were down to his ankles with his
white socks and work shoes on.  His shirt was on the bench behind him.  He
had the most inviting smile on his face and said,

"Well, don't just stand there, get in and enjoy the ride.  Told you there'd
be times when you'd be able to have a quickie" as he said with a chuckle
and while pulling on his cock and balls.

I closed the door quickly as he backed out and I too slipped off my t shirt
and shorts. Then I slid closer to him and he pushed my head down to his
crotch. He'd moved the seat all the way back so there was plenty of room
for me to maneuver my head and hands.  The first taste of his meat was
delightfully sweet, fresh as a morning shower, with out a hint of sweat or
urine.  A totally new taste for me and one that I learned to enjoy very
much. I had thought that raunchy was the only thing I was interested in but
actually it turned out to be his meaty cock regardless of what state it was
in.

He knew exactly how long this ride was suppose to take and he took
advantage of every one of those minutes but I was surprised when I looked
up, to take a breath, to see that we were on the express way and that
wasn't the shortest route to the hardware store.  I was about to ask why
when an 18 wheeler passed us on my side and there was a loud blast of his
horn.  Then he slowed down to watch the action: a very young nude boy with
his face in an older man's crotch---doing what, he could only
imagine---until dad held up a bottle with yellow fluid in it.  Then there
was another blast of his horn.  WHAT an exhibitionist dad was; I so enjoyed
all those unexpected acts.

I drank all he had to offer, at least I thought I had, and then sat up
licking my lips and saying, "That was fun and very tasty.  Only wish I
could reciprocate."

"OOOHH you can; Got anything to offer...here, fill up this water bottle."
I hadn't taken my morning piss in the hopes that something might happen so
I had plenty and just as I filled the bottle another semi came along side
and I was able to confirm his suspicions by holding up the bottle with the
golden liquid in it and brought it to my mouth.

"Hold it out the window and offer it to him and see what he does."

I did and he almost slammed on his brakes, trying to reach for it but dad
just kept on driving.  I handed him the bottle with the widest grin on my
face because I was now in the act of teasing a trucker.

Dad screwed on a cap that had a rubber nipple on it and was able to pinch
and suck my piss out as thought it was a cock. It took him several gulps
but by the time we got to the store, the bottle was empty.  "Would really
like to leave these off but social etiquette says we should cover up in
public but there will be a day and time when we'll be able to walk into a
public space, like this, `al natural'. he said as he, we, pulled up our
pants.

"Gonna point out something to ya as we go through the store.  When I wave
or point my thumb, you'll see another guy who is as natural as we
are---ones that aren't wearing underpants and maybe just maybe, even find
someone with a special interest."

Kind of knew what he was referring to but wasn't sure about the last part.
I had my eyes glued to dad's hands. We seemed to wonder around a bit.  I
thought I knew were the plumbing aisle was but we were no where near it.
Then dad's hands were working overtime. First to the right, where a guy was
squatting down, getting something from the bottom shelf and ya could see
the crack in his jeans and it was obvious the didn't have underwear on and
then on the other side a guy had one foot up on a pallet and ya could see
his tight pants highlighting a very full crotch and maybe even the caress
of a long cock.

Dad said, "Excuse me," to that man and put his foot on the same pallet and
reached in front of the man, to get what ever and the man noticed dad's
condition, also without any shorts and he brushed his fist against dad's
crotch as he stepped back.

"OH excuse me. I didn't mean to be in your way," the young man said.

"NOOO, I was in your way but I enjoyed the contact.'

"Gotta take a leak," he said.

"Well I could too but I've got my son with me and we've got to get on with
our shopping. And we walked off before he could say anything else, but I
felt him looking at us as we walked away.  My dad put the product that he'd
just taken from the shelf, in an empty shopping cart.

We got what we needed plus large, cold, drinks and left the store.  In the
cab I wanted to ask what that was all about but before I could, dad said,

"Well.....what did you see?"

"I saw three guys that weren't wearing underpants, just as you said.  I've
never noticed that before but when ya know what you're looking for, it's
obvious. But why all that talk with the other guy? "

"Describe the other guy?"  "He was tall, in his 20's, very good looking. He
had longer shorts on and a full bulge"

"It's called a basket or nut sack---not a bulge.  Describe his cloths,
their colors?"

"Guess blue plaid Bermuda shorts and a loose, light blue shirt. Oh....and I
guess he had a handkerchief in his back pocket."

"What did you see dad...?"

"Just what you saw and described, except that the handkerchief is called a
bandana and was yellow.  That's another man's way of saying or signaling
that he's into or wants piss.  It's called `Water sports.' and he would
like to be pissed upon as the bandana was in his right pocket.  I'll show
you more about those signals in another training session."

Oh this learning thing is exciting; almost as much fun as my geography
classes in school.

We had to wait until we got into the cab before dropping our shorts but
then dad saw the last guy getting into his truck right behind us and with
his door open, blocking the view from the front, dad dropped his shorts and
stepped out of them, tossing them into the front seat and then slowly
stepped up and then in to the cab and slowly closed his door.

By then the other man had pulled up beside us with his window rolled down
and said,

"Dammed wasted opportunity.  Hope we meet again, maybe next weekend."

"Yea, maybe."

"Just love fuckin' around with guys heads like that," he said starting the
truck.

"But that brings up the learning exercise of the day.  Never, absolutely
NEVER, fall for that kind of trap.  First, there's the basic health,
sanitary, issue.  Never mess around with anyone you don't know personally
and I mean very personally. To get what they want, especially a friend,
they'll say almost anything and not usually the truth and before you can
snap your fingers, you've come down with a case of syphilis or gonorrhea
which are social diseases your mom has to deal with all the time. They may
not be life treating but they sure to make a mess of your sexual
experiences.

"Secondly; there are public officials out there trying to make a name for
them selves or to justify their sense of morality, and would like to entrap
you into a scene that would put you, and me, in jail-----especially since
you are under age.  If you don't know them, their family, or the honesty of
their relationship, stay complete-ly away from them.

"As I said early on, there are people out there who would love to prove
their own point by saying we shouldn't be doing what we are doing; that a
father should not be teaching, training, his own son; that sex education
should be left to the schools to do it.  BULL SHIT.

"What's said or done in our house, stays in our house.  Ya don't tell every
one at school how much money or bills we have; or how we vote in elections;
it's simply none of their business.

"Enough of the lecture. Get over here and finish what you started an hour
ago. I've got a little more piss to get rid of and there's all your piss in
the bottle that I haven't even tasted."  We both gulped away, on the
shorter route home.  We got there and outta the truck, bare assed.  Wonder
if either of the neighbors across the street ever see us like this?  In the
garage, we did put our shorts back on so mom wouldn't ask any questions.
Mom had gotten out the fixings for the cookies and told me to wash my hands
if I was going to help her. Dad fixed the spigot and I helped make three
dozen cookies.

That night, after watching T.V. together, I went up to take a bath but
actually laid out some flower pots and practiced my aim at pissing in them.
I was progressing nicely and would be ready soon to show dad.  While
soaking in the tub, I drank from the pots that had piss in them. It was
tasty, but very weak, almost clear. Just as I was about to get out, there
was a scrap against the door, not a knock, and a whisper, "Can I come in?"

"Of course." knowing that it was dad. He stepped in and turned the lock
behind him.

He stepped to the side of the tub, zipped open his shorts and offered me
his cock. I eagerly reached for it as he began to spray a wide load of much
richer, more flavorful piss all over me.  When I saw how rich and dark it
looked I brought his hose to my mouth and just gulped away.  It was full of
caffeine coffee and full powered beer.  It was delicious.

"Now clean that off so your mom will not suspect anything when she comes up
to kiss you good night."

I did and she didn't.

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