This story is unfortunately a work of fiction, no real people or events are depicted. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY EXPLICIT MALE TO MALE, INCESTUOUS, NASTY SEX, YOU WON'T FIND THIS INTERESTING.
Scent Pig - Part 2, Dad's & His Brief's
I lay flat on my back in the middle of the bed, still thinking about, and smelling, the afternoon's workout. My dick was rock hard, and it took everything I had not to reach down and give it a couple of quick jerks. But the reminder of the stinging ass I had from one infraction with the Coach stopped me.
Lost in my fantasy, I didn't hear the garage door opening; in fact I didn't realize that Dad was home until he yelled from the kitchen.
"Where the hell are you, kid? I could use some help!"
"Comin' Dad!" I yelled back, laughing to myself at how close to true that statement was.
I jumped off the bed, trying to adjust my hard cock in my jock. Nothing seemed to help conceal my teenage rod. I just hoped that some non-sexual activity would dampen its spirits.
I ran down the hall to the kitchen, just in time to see Dad going back through the door into the garage. Several bags of groceries lay on the counter, so I assumed he had more in his truck. I went into the garage and saw him lifting another load of bags from the bed of the truck.
"Hey kid! How's about some help?" he said as he turned to grin at me. Twitch.
'Shit man, he's your Dad!' I thought to myself, surprised but not entirely unhappy with my reaction to seeing him.
As I grabbed some bags and headed in to the house, I realized what a stud my Dad was. At 40, his gray hair was the only sign of his age. The daily grind of managing his construction company maintained a heavily muscled body that could pass for 30, easy. He was 6'4" and weighed about 290. His chest hair poured out of his tank top, and sweaty hairs were visible under his arms. Sturdy legs in tight, dirty jeans and ending at his work boots. Glancing up, I saw his grin under his bushy mustache.
"What have you been up to? You look like something's up." Dad said, as I quickly averted my gaze.
"Nothing much. Had a great workout with Coach today." I said, suddenly afraid that he might want details that I couldn't provide.
"What ever you two been doin', it's working!" He said, gripping my bicep in his huge paw and squeezing. Twitch, twitch.
"Thanks Dad" I managed before I went turned away from him to put away the milk and eggs.
"Damn, I'm tired as hell! What say we do sandwiches for dinner? I've got to be back at the sight first thing in the morning" he asked.
"No problem" I said, pulling the milk back out onto the counter.
"And would it kill you to give your old man a beer?" he asked, giving me a look.
I handed him a beer and started making dinner.
The television blared out the last few minutes of a baseball game that had really been over since the fourth inning. I glanced over at Dad, snoring in his recliner. He had taken his grimy boots off and left them in the garage, ready for the morning. His big feet were about two feet from me, and for the past hour I had enjoyed the sweet stink of his socks as they dried off. Dad had worked about 15 hours that day, trying to get a project completed by Monday to be turned over to the new owners, and I didn't think he had started the day with a fresh pair. He still had on his white tank top, stained a dull gray from the sweat and dirt of the job. His hard pecs pushed his nipples out; tenting the fabric on both sides of a fur covered valley. His jeans were unbuttoned down to his crotch, bulging so much that I was convinced he had a hardon, giving me a teasing view of the top of his jock. I had often seen Dad like this, or even running around the house nude, ever since Mom left and took my bitch of a sister with her. However, the day's events had my mind in a sexual frenzy that refused to let me look away.
Dad grunted, scratching his belly and then reaching down in to that jock to readjust the impressive bulge.
"What'cha looking for kid?" he asked, surprising me.
"Just thought you were waking up. Want me to switch to the news?" I replied, desperately turning the focus from me back to him.
"Naw, I've had it," he said, standing. "I'll be up and gone before you are in the morning. Sorry about working on Sunday, but I've gotta get this job done."
"That's okay, I'll find something to keep me busy:"
"How about a camping trip next week? You've been working hard, and so have I. I think we deserve some relaxation, don't you?"
"Sure, Dad. When?" I asked.
"How about Monday? I'll be done around noon, we could take off then" he said.
"Well...I'm supposed to finish up training with Coach this week. He might be mad if I cancel at the last minute," I said, think how mad I would be if I didn't get to see Coach that week. He'd made some promises that I hoped he would keep.
"Why not invite him along? We can go to the old cabin; there's weights there, so you two can workout and I can get some rest" he suggested.
"Sure, I'll ask him if he wants to go" I said, wondering how this would play out.
"Great. Goodnight, son" he said as he headed down the hall to his room.
"'Night, Dad" I replied.
I woke up the next morning to a ringing telephone, a painful need to pee, and a room filled with the stench coming off my body. I hadn't opened my window the night before, leaving me to bake in the previous days sweat, cum and whatever else was attached to my body.
"Hello!" I barked into the phone.
"Hey boy, is that how you say good morning?" I recognized Coach's voice immediately, my dick beating my brain by seconds.
"Mornin' Coach. Sorry, I was still sleeping" I stammered.
"Are you alone?" he asked, making the question sound dirty and very inviting.
"Yes Sir. Dad had to get out to the site early." I replied. "Coach, I need to talk to you about something, but I really need to pee. Can you hold on?" I pleaded desperately.
"Make it quick boy" he said. TWITCH, TWITCH, and TWITCH. I liked the boy part.
I forced myself to piss, my dick staying nearly hard the entire time. I was back to the phone in less than two minutes.
"Thanks Coach" I said, the relief obvious in my voice.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Well, Dad wants to go camping tomorrow. He said to invite you. We'll go to the old cabin so I can do my workouts and all. What do you think?" I asked expectantly.
"Hmm...now that's an interesting offer. I'm not sure I could keep your mouth off my sweaty ass, and I don't think your Dad would be too happy with me fucking your ass morning, noon and night," his suggestion of non-stop sex made me reach towards my dick. "On the other hand, it would teach you self control. You're on kid."
"Great. I'll let you know the details when Dad gets home. This'll be great!" I said.
"Oh, it should be interesting," he said "be good boy." I heard the line go dead.
I hung up with Coach, heading back into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
'At least I can do that!' I thought.
I was almost done when I noticed something wasn't right. I couldn't figure it out at first, just something...off. Glancing around, I figured it out. The shower wasn't wet, the air in the bathroom dry.
'Shit! He's still home!' I thought. I had been sure that Dad must have left earlier, but the shower hadn't been used. Glancing down the hall I saw that his door was almost closed. 'Shit! He's home! I wonder if he heard me talking to Coach. Had I said anything weird?'
I was totally panicked now. Slowly, I crept down the hall to his door. I could only see the corner of his big king size bed through the door. Slowly I pushed it open, revealing more of the room and the bed.
No legs! I could feel the relief flood through me. He was gone! I pushed the door fully open and dove on the bed. I lay there waiting for my heart to get back to normal, breathing deep through my nose.
TWITCH!
My dick jumped and I felt a big glob of precum shoot of the tip. I could smell my Dad. The rich scent of his hair on the pillow; the tangy sweat from his pits on the sheets and, turning over and sliding down, the dark, exotic odor of his crotch and butt. My cock was rock hard and begging, but I knew I couldn't do anything.
Glancing at the other side of his bed, I saw a crumpled pair of white briefs. I reached over and picked them up, turning onto my back. I examined them closely; from the piss stains on the pouch, the sweat around the waist and leg bands, to the crotch with a few stray hairs clinging to the seam that would ride under his balls. A faint streak showed me that Dad didn't waste a lot of time wiping his ass. It didn't seem dirty to me, quite the opposite.
I rubbed the briefs down my body, rubbing my cock with the pouch over my straining jock. I better cool it or I would definitely break one of Coach's rules. I raised the briefs to my nose, inhaling the essence of my Dad. Unconsciously, my other hand stroked my dick. By the time I got to the seat and got a whiff of his ass, I knew I was in trouble. The cum was rushing up my pole faster then I could think. Covering the head with Dad's briefs, I squeezed and tried not to let it happen, but it was too late. My head exploded as the pleasure flooded my body, starting in a spot between my balls and hole, and spreading up, pushing the cum from my tightly drawn balls. Shot after shot of thick cream pulsed beneath my fingers and filled the jock, soaking through to Dad's briefs.
Slowly, the orgasm subsided, and I realized that I had made a perfect wet circle of cum on the briefs right in the center of the stained seat, right where Dad's hole would be if he was wearing them. My dick jerked again, thinking of his hairy hole covered in my load.
'Okay, that's way too far! He's your Dad for Christ sakes!' I screamed at myself.
That's when I heard Dad's truck pulling in to the garage. It was way too early for him to have completed the job. I dropped the briefs on the floor and ran down the hall, not really aware that all I was wearing was my cum stained jock and a smile.
"Dad? Everything okay?" I yelled out.
"Relax. Everything's great!" he said, beaming from ear to ear as he came in to the house. The smile only flickered for a minute when he encountered his nearly naked 18-year old son. "Pack up, we're going to get out of this heat today! Jake said he could finish things up, so move your butt! Speaking of which, do you ever do laundry anymore?" he asked, obviously referring to the state of my pouch.
"Of course Dad, I just...uh...sweat a lot I guess." I said; realizing how lame that sounded.
"Whatever. Grab your shorts, a couple of T-shirts and your boots. That's all we'll need. I'll pack the cooler, grab my stuff, and we'll be out of here!"
"Oh shit, what about Coach" I said, almost without thinking. I needed to be careful; I was doing that way too often.
"What about him. Call him and ask him to go today. Tell you what, pack for me and I'll call him. Give me the number." Dad said, in a tone that meant no more messing around.
I gave him Coach's number and went down the hall to pack. I could hear Dad on the phone, and I desperately wanted to know what was being said, but I didn't want to seem to eager. I threw some socks and shirts in my gym bag, pulled on a pair of well-worn cutoffs and sat down to pull on my boots. I heard Dad go past my door to his room.
'I sure hope he doesn't look for underwear!' I thought. I had just picked up my bag when he stopped at my door.
"Let's go son!" Dad called from the hall. "Coach is waiting for us, let's roll!" Dad yelped, slapping me on my butt. He sure seemed hyped about a trip to the old cabin.
Two hours of extreme torture. That's what I endured on the drive to the cabin. Squeezed in between Dad and Coach, neither of who had taken a shower for at least two days; legs rubbing against my bare calves and knees. I stayed hard the whole ride.
Coach's scent flowed over me, triggering the memory of the previous day's activities. The stink, which would have made other people gag, seemed familiar and comfortable to me. Not to mention fuckin' hot!
Dad's own musk attacked from the other side. Having recently been introduced to the various individual scents, the blend was making my dick jump and my face blush with embarrassment at the thoughts I was having about my own Dad!
We pulled up to the cabin around 5:00 p.m. It was noticeably cooler here, but still hot, at least 80 degrees. We all helped lug in the gear we had brought, including the groceries we had stopped for at the nearest town.
"Damn, I finally met someone who sweats as much as I do!" I heard my Dad say. He was looking at Coach, whose T-shirt was sopping from each pit, with a V running down the front and back into damp waist his jeans.
"Well, I don't mind if you don't!" Coach said, giving me a wink.
The next couple of hours were taken up with unpacking the few things we had brought and grilling some steaks. Dad even let me drink a beer, making me feel like one of the men. We sat on the deck behind the cabin. Around midnight, Dad got up, stretched and asked the question that had been bothering me since we walked into the cabin.
"Ready for bed men?"
The cabin had only had one bed; a big four-poster king size set in the corner of the building. When Dad and I came up here, we shared it. But now there were two big men and one big horny boy that needed somewhere to sleep. We had a bedroll that we kept mostly for camping, and I guessed that was what Coach would use.
"Damn right!" Coach said, rising and cracking his back. "Where do I bunk down?"
"Well, I would say the floor with our bedroll, but from the sound of your back, that might be fatal! Son, mind sleeping on the floor tonight?" Dad asked.
"Sure Dad, whatever" I muttered.
"Hell, that bed's big enough for at least three, I think we can share, don't you?" the Coach said, more a dare then a question. I looked up and realized he was talking to me.
"Sure...ugh...why not" I said nervously. This was going to be brutal punishment.
I quickly stripped to my jock and jumped in bed, pulling the covers up over my waist in case anything 'came up'. Dad pulled off his jeans and I saw that he was wearing a pair of briefs identical to the ones I had come on earlier. I tore my eyes away, trying to tell myself that he wouldn't have changed underwear at the house, that didn't make sense.
On the other side of the bed, Coach had stripped to his jock and climbed into bed beside me, his warm hairy leg pressing hard against mine under the covers before pulling away. We hadn't even turned out the light yet, and my dick was hard! Dad climbed in the other side, turned off the light and said goodnight. Coach grunted a reply as I tried not to think about anything.
Cuming soon....Scent Pig Part 3 - A Day in the Woods
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