Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:30:26 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Training Sessions with my Dad #5

Ninety per cent 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  FIVE                1st food thing.


On to the pissin' part.

Once again I was bloated with stored up piss, anxious to get home to show
dad what I could do.  I'd picked up on some thing I'd seen him do.  When
cramped with piss, piss into a cup to relieve the pressure but then drink
it right down. Ya still have the same quantity of piss but you've deceived
your bladder. I did that.

The last period at school was cut short for some reason so I did get home
before dad and I had one more time to practice.  It was perfect; very
impressive. I just sat there on the side of the workout bench waiting for
his arrival.  It wasn't long and as he came in and saw me waiting in that
position, he just stepped forward and offered me his body to disrobe,
saying,

"It's all yours again, if ya want it.  Had a bit of an `accident' on the
way home and couldn't hold it any more so I just pissed in my pants; I'm
soaked through and through."

He was and it was much harder to get them off but with his help we managed
and then he showed me how to suck the fabric to draw out the juice.  Even
his socks were soaked but he tossed them aside. Then without taking it off,
I sucked hard on his strap to get all that juice. That too was great
fun. The foul smell of sweat was all the more enjoyable being combined with
all this strong, fresh piss. In no time I had the strap ripped from his
body so I could get to the main attraction: his cock and balls.

He took control of them and began to smack, first this cock across my face,
which stung a bit but more because it was such a surprise and then,
grabbing the top of his nut sack, began to smack his nuts across my face.
That felt much softer and more enjoyable.  "Now it's your turn,' my little
puppy dog'," and I knew exactly what he wanted.

I sucked his cock into my mouth and holding it firmly with my lips and
tongue, began to shake my head back and forth until his rubbery piss hose
had scrapped its way from my mouth and past my tiny, sharp teeth.

"OH that feels soooo fuckin' good. Now my balls---ATTACK, bite my FUCKIN'
balls!"

He held his cock against his stomach and I attacked this stinky, slimy,
piss soaked balls, one at a time, only this time it was only with my tongue
and teeth. If he liked it that way, I aimed to please. There was so much
hair on this nuts that some of it got stuck in my teeth and he liked the
sensation of pulling out his hair as much as I like sucking on it.

I even went so far as to actually chew on them as though I was eating piece
of watermelon and that produced another wail that had to have been heard
across the street.  I loved it; I felt so proud that I could produce such
an effect on my dad.

I could tell something else was happening in our relationship.  Dad was
beginning to talk to me as I would suspect he'd talk to his crew.  Manly
talk like, Fuck and son-of-a-pitch; prick, cock, asshole and cunt. Some of
the other words I'd heard in the school shower but didn't know exactly what
they meant but I knew when I asked dad, he'd tell me.

He stepped back, pulling his nut from my mouth and just stood there
breathing heavily.  That gave me the opportunity to set out the flower pots
and I even went so far as to stretch my limit.  I was sooooo turned on that
even if I missed the farthest one I didn't care.

"Dad, I've been practicing and I think I've got it down.  I think I can
piss in each of the pots.  Wanna see?"

"Fuckin' yea; Show me what ya can do. Make me proud.....son."

And boy did it.  Not only did I hit every pot, dead on, but there was
enough in each of then to have something to drink afterwards as a trophy.
Then he did an unexpected thing. He stood behind me, reaching over my
shoulder, and took control of my dick and said,

"Piss......let's see how good MY aim is?"

He did remarkable well.  He too made every pot.  How could he do that with
someone else's cock?

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"Wonder what's for dinner?" he said as he guided me into the kitchen.  We
both smelled like hell and I loved it.

"Ah....yes; I thought I remembered this from this morning: Chilly, green
salad and ice cream for dessert.  Good that'll work out fine.  Ya think
your mom is a creative cook; well let me show you something of my
creativity."

And with that he took the chilly from the frig and place it on a chair
seat, not the stove.  With no explanation, he just stood over it and gave
it a long shot of piss, with a sigh of relief.

"Get the salad and the sugar bowl and put them on the table.  There's a
sweet `n sour salad dressing that's quite unusual but not as unusual as
this," he said as he sprinkled some sugar over the greens and then shot
another quantity of piss, not vinegar on that also and then tossed it
around.

"Now it's your turn.  Instead of milk or soda, get the carton of orange
juice and fill our glasses half full.  Then you piss-fill them up with your
own special body juice. You'll be amazed at how good it tastes, cold.  I
call it "Pissorange' and I can't get enough of it.  I have it that way
every morning, before I go to work.  I just have to remember to rinse the
glass with hot water before I leave.

"For dessert, the ice cream we'll make into a sorbet--I'll show you how."

This was soooo exciting.  I had no idea ya could use piss as a food
substitute. It was just as he'd suggested: The salad was in fact bitter
sweet; could hardly tell there was piss in the dressing.  While the chilly
was a bit thinner, mom had made this batch extra thick so it actually was
almost the thickness we were use to.  Hers is always home made and we
really liked the taste of it but now it had more of a kick or tang to it.
It was wonderful.  And I too would now add my own power to my morning
orange juice but with dad's emphatic reminder not to get caught doing it in
front of mom.  I was only able to do it every other time as mom always
wanted to be around and talk about what dad and I had done the night
before.  But then there were times when she'd have something in the dryer
that needed attention and I'd be able to keep my eye on her in the other
room, move the orange juice glass under the table and add some piss to it.
It felt great doing that and it tasted good as well. I had to remember to
hot water rinse the glass when I placed it in the dishwasher.

Again we talked like magpies and dad explained the use of the colored
bandanas as a way of signaling ones interest in a certain types of sex.  He
didn't mention the brown one yet.  That would come many months later---but
it would come, I can assure you.

I was shocked to hear all the different kinds of sex people, especially
men, got into but I was looking forward to trying every one of them.

It was time for dessert.  I cleared the dishes and put out the bowls for
ice cream. Dad stood over one and I followed suit by standing over the
other.  He piss a little and I pissed a little and as it was warm it melted
the ice cream and we mixed it until it was as thick as a malt or a
sorbet. Then he took mine and I took his and we slowly, audibly expressed
our opinion as to what it tasted like.

Actually, like the salad dressing, you'd hardly know it was urine.  It
tasted more like sherbet.  It had a lemon, lime, sting to it and I asked
for a second helping.

"Sounds good to me but let's take it to the F.R. and polish it off
there. First I have to use the can; chili's pretty powerful."

I put a double portion in each dish and in dad's absents I pissed in both
dishes only this time there was a lot more piss in each.  As a matter of
fact, I think that was all I had and took it into the F.R. were dad was
waiting on the couch. I gave him his bowl of sherbet and sat down next to
him.  There was so much there that we just ate it a little at a time as we
played around with each other.

I stretched out next to him laying on my stomach and dad reached over and
began playing with my cock and balls and ass.  He'd smack it gently but
still give it a sting and I loved every smack of it.

He held my head up to his tits so I could suck, play with them and he said
with my tongue and lips being cold from the sherbet it made his tits
tingle.

"Like suckin' on my balls, ya can nibble on my tits."  I did and he smacked
my ass each time I'd given him pleasure. His hand felt coarse and I guess
my ass felt very soft and pliable to him; it was gonna be red and sore
before the night was over.

The T.V. was on but we weren't watching it but just in case there was
something special on, we'd be able to answer mom's questions the next day.

He moved to change positions; he stretched out on the sofa where I'd been
and he drew me on top of him with my head over his cock and my cock over
his mouth, saying,

"Do what you did earlier. Chew up my tools."

I couldn't have been happier.  Having his tools in my mouth was such a
pleasure, I can't tell you how many times I'd thought about this all day.
It was still stinky and raunchy.  I just chewed, sucked and bit away at my
new human pacifier.  An interesting thing did happen. He seemed to separate
his thighs and his balls and cock slipped into that open area and as I
chased after them he closed his thighs together and I seemed to be thrilled
to be held in such an odorous confinement.  I couldn't do any of his
desired `doggy shaking' but I was able to chew my heart out to both our
contentment's.

I'm not sure but it felt like he had both my cock and balls in his mouth at
the same time.  For sure, there was a feeling that they were soaking in a
warm pool of saliva.  He continued squeezing and rubbing my ass, sometimes
spreading them apart as my asshole seemed to be feeling a cool breeze.  He
was breathing heavily on them.

Then he arranged me in new position: he bent my legs and forced them on
either side of my stomach so my ass would be directly over his mouth.  He
began to lick, suck on my ass.  The feeling was incredible.  My face was
being held between his legs and my ass being licked by his mouth and
tongue.  Either his tongue or finger was making probing jabs into my ass.
I knew something of that feeling as I'd stuck my finger up my ass many
times to capture the smell of that orifice.

After several minutes of this incredible playing, he released my head and I
sat up, taking a deep breath of fresh air.  I looked around and I was
actually sittin on my dad's face.  His hand had reached around and was
pulling on my cock.  My tiny balls were somewhere under my body.  There was
a natural instinct to jump up and down as though I was riding a pony and as
I did, I felt that probing even more distinctly.  He must have been
enjoying it `cause he was moaning in agreement.

I reached over and took my bowl of sherbet but it had now melted a lot and
in the process of eating it, I dropped some on his stomach. It was
shockingly cold, and he bolted with a low,

"Woooow, that's a shock."

We returned to our normal position, sitting next to each other on the sofa,
finishing our dessert and I asked him,

"Can I lick, suck, you ass the way you just did mine?"

"Sure, I'd like that.  Let me get into an easier position for you to get to
it.  Come and lie down on the carpet."

I did and he squatted over me.  He was actually kneeling with his knees on
either side of my chest, facing my feet.  He positioned my arms over his
calves.  He was able to raise and lower his ass close to my face or
completely from it.  I'd never seen it from this view.  Actually, I'd never
seen his ass at all; just his ass cheeks.  I just lay there studying,
admiring the whole scene.

I naturally put my hands on either cheek to spread them apart and that was
my very first sight of his actual shit hole. It was positively amazing.
There was a lot of hair there, like his arm pits, but I could see the
defined outline, dark brown ring around his hole.  As I strained to lift my
head to sniff or lick it, he knew what I wanted to do and lowered his ass
down over my mouth.

I just sniffed and sniffed.  The aroma was unbelievable.  It smelled
absolutely disgusting, like the rotting leaves in the woods behind our
house.  I couldn't have been happier. Then I began to lick, suck on
it. There was still the smell, wetness, from having pissed in his pants. I
licked until there was not another ounce of piss or odor there. At the time
I had no idea of sticking my tongue up there but I did get first one finger
and than another up there to see how it smelled and tasted.  I could tell
from the way he sighed, that I was doing the right thing.  I was giving him
a lot of pleasure.  Can you imagine eating you dad's ass?

Smart ass as he is, he made good use of my being smothered by his ass and
he not only dropped the sherbet on MY stomach, but he began to smear it all
over, making it all very cold.  It was my turn to bolt and knock him off my
body.  We both just sat there giggling like little kids.

That was the end of that training session. I cleaned up the dessert dishes
and dad started the washer with his piss soak clothes.  You know the bed
time routine. It happened as usual with `Good nights and I love ya's".

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on to erection pick up   session SIX