Dad's Stink

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Dad's Stink by Rim4you

I had better things to do on Saturday mornings other than having to do the laundry. It had become my chore ever since Mom passed away two years ago.

Dad and I, since then, had settled into a fairly comfortable routine whereby I did most of the housework and he did whatever needed to be done outdoors. We'd compromise by taking turns at cooking.

At sixteen, I'd have much rather been hanging out with my friends on Saturday morning than stuck in the basement with the dirty laundry.

"Hey Logan!" Dad shouted, from the top of the basement stairs.

"Yeah Dad?" I hollered back.

"I'm going out for my morning run."

"What? You haven't done that already, Dad?"

"Nope." Dad replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I overslept this morning."

"Must be getting old then, Dad!"

"Hey! Give me a break." Dad laughed. "At least I keep myself in shape. Not bad, huh, for a thirty-four year old?"

Dad struck one of his poses, flexing his muscles. I had to admit he was right. At thirty-four, Dad towered over my six foot frame. He had always been athletic. He jogged everyday. Worked out at the gym three times a week and played on the softball team where he worked.

Something came over me as I gazed up at the well proportioned figure of my Dad. Admiration? Envy? Perhaps lust?

Dad was a good looking man. Many people found it hard to believe that he was my Dad. We were often mistaken for brothers. And many people commented on how I was the spitting image of my Dad.

Aside from his more muscular frame and height, Dad and I were both dark haired and blue eyed with Italian features.

But on this Saturday morning as I looked up at my Dad in his tight fitting jogging shorts, something else caught my eye. His crotch. It looked so full. Almost inviting. Perhaps he had his athletic cup on underneath his shorts?

"You sure you don't want to take a jog with me, Logan?"

"Nah! I'll pass, Dad. The laundry." I replied, pointing to the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. "It won't wash itself and if I don't get it done we'll be running around naked here."

I caught a glint in Dad's eyes when I said the word 'naked.' It wasn't as if we hadn't seen each other naked before. After all, there was just the two of us now.

Many a time had I seen Dad parading down the hallway, to or from the bathroom, stark naked. His thick cock and low hanging balls swinging between his muscular legs. He never made a show of his nakedness but everytime I saw him that way, something stirred in the pit of my stomach and my dick would stiffen.

I realised for quite some time that I was attracted to guys. I had read somewhere that it was probably just a phase but it seemed to me that the phase was something I didn't want to merely pass through.

"Earth to Logan!" Dad hollered.

"Huh?" I replied.

I caught myself staring right at his crotch. It became obvious to me that the fullness in his crotch was not due to his wearing an athletic cup. Rather, it was his dick. What appeared to be around nine inches of cock snaking down his left thigh.

"I'll catch you later, Logan. You okay?"

"Yeah! Uh ... sure Dad. Later!" I stammered, turning my back to him to face the washing machine. More on the pretext of hiding my rising dick than futzing with the clothes in the washer.

I heard the front door slam shut. Alone in the basement, my hands gripping the washer, I began to sense that familiar knawing in the pit of my stomach and my cock tingling. I loved that feeling.

I leaned forward and rubbed my crotch against the cool metal of the washing machine. My dick was in high gear now. Rock hard and throbbing and in dire need of attention. As I reached down and tugged at the elastic waistband of my shorts, pulling them under my balls, thus freeing my cock and ball sack, I wondered what Dad did when his cock twitched, throbbed and ached for attention?

Since Mom's death, I hadn't known Dad to date women, let alone bring a woman home. Perhaps I had just taken it for granted and overlooked the fact that Dad hung around with only the guys. Could it be that Dad was going through a phase or did he now prefer the company of men?

As I reached down and curled my fingers around my dick and gave it a couple of strokes, I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to see my Dad pulling on his meat and to hear his sighs and moans of satisfaction? Would his cock be as long and thick as mine when erect? I had my fair share of stares and whistles in the lockeroom at school.

Would his groans be as feverish as mine when he reached the point of no return? After all, everybody said how Dad and I were so much alike. Could we be that much alike sexually?

I tugged my shorts down. Stepping out of them, I took a step back. I looked down at my hand on my cock and smiled. I was satisfied with the eight inches of throbbing, dripping dick I was holding in my hand. As I continued to stroke my rigid shaft, I cupped my balls in the palm of my other hand. They felt full, warm and sweaty. I rubbed them in the palm of my hand and grasping the loose skin, tugged at them while I stroked my cock.

It felt good. The tingling sensations shot up my shaft. The clamy feeling of my balls and the sound of my hand sliding up and down my rod only added to the erotic feelings stirring within me.

I sighed when I released my balls from my grip and brought the palm of my hand to my face and took a whiff. A subtle, musky aroma swirled up my nostrils. When the connection, the recognition of this scent hit my brain, I moaned as pre-cum drooled out of my pisshole and threaded its way to the floor.

In a flash I became acutely aware of the other scents rising from the dirty laundry in the washer. Musky aromas from sweat stained t-shirts and funky socks, briefs and jockstraps.

Recognizing a pair of Dad's 'Fruit of the Looms' lying atop the pile of clothes, I quickly reached in and drew it out. I could feel the dampness of the material as I rolled it around in my hand. Gazing at it I could see all the tell-tale signs of those private body secretions. On the front were yellowish spots which I recognized to be piss stains, the outer fringes of which appeared as beige rings against the white fabric of the briefs.

Running my fingers over the front pouch, I could feel crusty patches and surmised that it was dried up piss, sweat and cum. Perhaps Dad had jacked off in these briefs or used it as a cum rag?

My nostrils quivered as I turned the briefs over and I stared at the rather heavy brown skids in the seat. Was this the product of Dad cutting a juicy, wet fart? Or was it due to a poor, hasty wipe after a hefty dump or the residue of not having wiped his ass at all?

With my cock throbbing in my hand, I lifted Dad's briefs up and rubbed the skid marked seat over my face. Here, the dampened cloth had a more robust aroma as if it were fresh with his buttstink. The ripe scent curled up my nostrils and my cock twitched and spat it pre-cum more profusely now.

My knees began to wobble as I shakily sank to the floor, on my knees in another pile of dirty laundry strewn with funky socks and underwear, much like the one I had pressed to my face.

As I breathed deep the stink from Dad's briefs, my lips made contact with the damp, skid marked cloth.

"Fuck!" I groaned, sniffing greedily and working the foul material past my lips and into my mouth.

As I sucked, soaking what I knew to be the skid marks with my saliva, a tangy flavor began to fill my mouth. A subtle, almost bitter taste. I moaned even louder, and stroked my dick harder, realising that I was tasting the residue from my Dad's dirty asshole.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, as the tangy, ripe smelling substance, began to take hold of my taste buds. Was this what shit tasted like? Was this what I was tasting as I ran my wet tongue up and down the heavily skidded, brown streaks in the seat of Dad's briefs? Was this what his asshole tasted like? Smelled like?

Often, when masturbating, I would finger my asshole and sniff my finger afterwards. Whenever my hole was moist and sweaty, I discovered the stink to be more pungent and therefore, more arousing to me.

Now, having my Dad's stink swirling up my nostrils and having his butt stench in my mouth, I could feel my balls churning to what I knew would be an explosive ejaculation.

I knew that if I wanted this feeling to last, I'd have to slow things up a bit. Panting with lust, I ran Dad's briefs from my face down my neck, over my shoulders and into my armpits. First one and then the other. I cooed with delight as I felt the spit soaked, shit stained fabirc glide over the hairs in my pit. The manner in which I rubbed Dad's briefs into my armpit was like taking a washcloth to it. I swirled his briefs into my pit slowly. Almost methodically as if to make certain that each hairshaft had been washed with the foul smelling cloth.

Swirling my hand outward, I ran the soiled briefs over my chest and my now erect nipples. Positioning a skid mark directly over a nipple, I clasped it between the brown stained cloth and gave it a sharp pinch.

"Fuck!" I cried, squirming with pain and lust. My cock jerked and my balls bounced on a sweaty sock.

From my now aching nipple, which sent pin-pricks of pain rippling out over my chest, I ran the briefs downward over my taut stomach and rubbed it into my crotch hairs.

"Aw man!" I moaned, as I wrapped the briefs around my throbbing shaft and my pre-cum oozed onto the material, mingling with Dad's butt residue.

I was feeling nasty now. It was not enough to simply pull on my dick. I needed something more. Something that would transform the feelings of nastiness into all out raunch.

I ran my hand over my asscheeks. My flesh pimpled with my touch. I inched my fingers into my hairy trench. The narrow valley felt warm and sweaty. Finding my asshole, I toyed with the moist pucker, rubbing my finger over the juicy asslips before probing inward.

I winced as the asshairs were tugged into my warm cavity and my finger began working its way deeper and deeper. I could feel my finger sinking into a warm sludge. I knew that my ass was packed with shit. I hadn't taken my morning dump yet. It felt so nasty. So dirty. It matched so perfectly to what I was feeling.

As I finger fucked my asshole, I could feel the pasty slop oozing out of my hole and coating my asshairs around the hole. At the same time a raw, pungent aroma wafted up from between my legs. The stench of ripe shit.

Again and again I plunged my finger in and out of my asshole. I lusted over the thought of what it would be like to have a cock buried deep up my filthy hole, pounding the shit out of me. What would it be like to be fucked and take a shit at the same time?

I slid a second finger up my dirty hole and felt a warm sludge run down my fingers into the palm of my hand. I bucked my ass back and felt the warm paste squish between my asscheeks. I was to lost in my delerium of lust to care that I was shitting. That with each probe of my digits up my slopchute, that my asshole was belching warm, gooey shit.

As the stench curled up my nostrils, my self-fuck became more deliberate. More forceful. Bending over, my face fell into the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. The sour aroma of sweaty socks and the tang of my shit wafted up my nose as I continued to masturbate with Dad's briefs and finger fuck my shit oozing asshole.

"Oh yeah! Fuck!" I groaned, sucking a grundgy sweatsock into my mouth as I shoved a third finger up my ass. Greedily, my flaring asslips sucked this third digit up my nasty fuckhole. As I felt my fingers penetrate up to the knuckles, my cock released a stream of warm piss, soaking thoroughly the briefs I had wrapped around my dick and the clothes beneath me.

The odor of strong, heady, morning piss swirled up my nose. A wave of relief and added lust rushed over me.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cried, as I pistoned my digits in and out of my filthy, shit-farting hole. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I gasped and writhed with perverted lust. I wriggled around so I could find a piss soaked article of clothing to suck into my mouth so I could taste my morning nectar. Sucking hungrily at my own piss soaked jockstrap, I didn't perceive, at first, the added sensation to my asshole.

It wasn't until I felt, what I likened to sandpaper scraping against my ass that I turned my head to look back over my shoulder.

"Dad!" I gasped, the pissy jockstrap falling from my mouth.

"Logan! Logan!" Dad groaned, his tongue lapping at my shithole.

Peering out from my upturned ass, I could see my Dad's face. His eyes were as glassy with lust as mine. His full lips were tinged brown with shit and he was sweeping his tongue over his lips, making smacking sounds. The corners of his mouth dripped with brown drool that dribbled over his chin.

I could tell, by the motion of his arm, that he was jacking on his dick.

"Fuckin' tastes good, son!" He whispered, lustily. "Smells and tastes so fuckin' good!"

Shocked but turned on, with a disgusting slurping sound, I pulled my fingers out of my fucked hole.

"Taste it, Logan. Taste your shit!" Dad moaned.

I brought my fingers under my nose and took a deep whiff. The stench was almost overwhelming.

Dad rose up to his knees so I could see him jacking on his cock. The look on his face was pure lust and he stroked his thick, long, veiny dick.

"Taste it, son! Suck on your shitty fingers!"

I opened my mouth. Slowly I wrapped my lips around my filthy digits. The shit stink shot up my nose turning me on even more. As I took in a deep breath of pure, raw shit, I shoved my fingers into my mouth and began to suck greedily and sloppily. As the bitter tang of buttfudge filled my mouth, I felt the bulbous head of Dad's cock kissing my shitty asshole.

"Mmmmmm! Fuck me, Dad!" I rasped, slurping away at my filthy, stinky fingers. "Rape my teenage cunt with your big dick! Fuck the shit out of me. I want to feel your big cock churning the turd up my dirty asshole! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me nasty! Fuck me dirty, Dad!"

Kneeling behind me, slowly and almost teasingly, Dad began inching his thick, rockhard cock up my ass.

"Fuck the shit out of me!" I groaned, licking my shitty fingers.

"Yeah!" Dad replied, his voice raspy with lust. "You want this big cock up your nasty pussy, don't you, Logan? Can't wait to feel my balls slapping against your dirty, stinking butt, huh?"

"Aw fuck, yeah!" I moaned. "Pound that big cock of yours up my sloppy, stinking cunt! Make me shit while you fuck me, Dad!"

"Fuckin' nasty boy! That's what you are, Logan! A nasty boy!"

"Fuck me! Aw ... aw ... fuck me!" I growled, bucking my ass back hard.

"Yeah! Suck that big dick with your stinkhole, boy!" Dad hollered. "Get it all stinky and nasty with your shit!"

As Dad hurled his obscenities at me, slamming his dick in deep, my ass stung with a resounding slap of his hand.

"Fuckin' the bitch dirty and stink, man!" Dad cried out, slapping my ass as he pounded away, churning my filth up my butt with his cock. "You like it raunchy, nasty and stink, don't you, Logan?"

"Yes! Yes!" I hollered, bucking my ass to meet each pounding thrust of his dick. "Fuck my whore cunt dirty, Dad! Dick that ass good! Fuck me stink!"

"Fuckin' the shit outta you, boy!" Dad hollered back, pumping his hips back and forth. "Fuckin' your tight cunt sloppy and dirty, bitch!"

Dad grabbed my waist hard and ground his dick to the hilt up my ass. I could feel his crotch hairs and his balls mashing and slapping against my butt.

"Aw fuck, yeah!" Dad yelled, pulling his cock out of my ass. "Dirty, stink dick! Now get over here and suck the shit off my cock! Suck my dirty dick, Logan!"

I swung around. As I gobbled Dad's filthy tool down my throat, my gaping, fucked hole farted and spat its stinky load.

"Don't waste that shit, boy! Scoop it up. Smear it all over your dick!"

Like a crazed animal I swept my hand into the fresh pile of reeking shit and slapped the brown sludge onto my dick and stroked.

"Yeah! Play with that dirty dick of yours, boy! Suck my nasty cock! Oh yeah. Feels fuckin' good! Suck! Suck dirty dick, nasty boy!"

I slurped and sucked at my Dad's filth covered cock, hungrily. My mouth was stuffed with cock and the pasty fudge of my shit.

"Want more shit, pig?" Dad yelled.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, sucking furiously.

"Fuck yeah!" Dad groaned, his hand behind him and under his ass as he cut a ripe, juicy fart and the palm of his hand quickly filled with a long, steamy turd. "Oh yeah! Got something nice and stink for you, Logan!"

Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth. I watched as he slapped the pile of shit in his hand onto his chest and rubbed it around.

"Smell it!" Dad snapped, extending his hand down towards me.

I sniffed the pasty sludge in his hand. It was foul and stink.

"You like my stink, boy?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Oh yeah! Let me get some of this stink on my balls for you. Fuck yeah! Look at those tastey, stink balls, son! They feel so fuckin' nasty all covered in shit! Wanna suck my balls, boy, while I jack my cock?"

"Yes! Yes!" I groaned, taking his filthy balls into my mouth.

"Yeah! Suck on those dirty balls while I jack off with my big cock all covered in stinky shit! Fuck! Fuck yeah! Feels so fuckin' nasty. You suckin' on my shitty balls while I jack on my dirty dick!"

Sucking on my Dad's stinky balls, my hand flew up and down my own dick. With my free hand I rubbed my Dad's full, muscular ass.

"Yeah, that's it." Dad groaned, beating his meat. "Play with my ass. Suck my balls and play with my ass!"

I worked my fingers into his sweaty ass trench and finding his dirty asshole, I rammed two fingers in deep.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah!" Dad moaned, bucking his asshole onto my fingers. "Dig up my stinking mancunt, Logan! Dig for shit!"

I churned my fingers up his shitchute. He squirmed with pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! Hit that prostate, son! Make me spooge, motherfucker!"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned, sucking and tugging on his balls as I dug my fingers up his butt and pounded away at my throbbing dick.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Gonna fuckin' shoot my load! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

A thick rope of cum flew out of Dad's piss slit. It shot up in the air and landed, splat after splat onto my lips, which I sucked into my mouth.

With the taste of cum and shit in my mouth and my fingers buried deep in asshole, my dick jerked and spasmed sending a fountain of spooge onto the floor.

"Yeah! Fuck! Shoot that spunk, Logan! Cum! Cum!"

Heaving and sighing, I crumpled to the floor onto my back. My breaths were short and raspy. Gazing up I could see Dad's hairy ass spreading as he lowered his raunchy butt onto my face.

"Oh yeah!" Dad sighed, a stream of piss shooting out of his pisshole, as I wrapped my lips around his dirty pucker. "Smell Dad's stink, nasty boy! Eat it!"

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