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The following story deals with subject matter which some readers may find objectionable. Therefore, if the depiction of graphic, sexual situations between consenting males engaged in acts involving raunch, watersports and scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Special Delivery by Rim4you
Chapter 1
After a quick shower to clean up, David got dressed to get back to work.
"That was so fuckin' nasty, Jared." David said, picking up his clipboard from the foyer table. "We'll have to get together again."
"Definitely." I replied, sorry to see him leave.
"Oh, by the way ... uh ... I left something for you upstairs on your bed. Talk at ya later, Jared."
I watched from the livingroom window as David hopped in his truck and drove four houses down the street, seeing him stop his truck and walk up to another front door with a package to deliver. I wondered how much action David got on his route?
Returning to the kitchen, I popped open another beer and headed upstairs to my room, curious as to what David had left behind for me.
Entering my bedroom I grinned from ear to ear. On my bed was David's piss soaked, grundgey jockstrap. Next to it was a slip of paper with his phone number on it.
"Keep it dirty for me." The note said. "Call me soon."
I picked up David's jockstrap and popped the shit stained, piss soaked pouch into my mouth and sucked. As David's juices once more filled my mouth, I flopped down on my bed and beat off one more time.
Chapter 2
To be sure, over the next couple of days, everytime I took a dump I used David's jockstrap to wipe my ass with. Getting up from the toilet I'd slip the jockstrap on and arouse myself knowing that my funk and David's were mingling together in the strap's pouch.
The day before my Mom and Dad returned home I gave David a call.
"Yeah. Keep my jockstrap nice and dirty, Jared." David said. "It'll make your dick smell real good."
"So when can we get together again, David?"
"Real soon, man. I promise. Most likely this weekend. Think you could hang out overnight?"
"Yeah."
"Then we can take our time and get real nasty."
"Sounds like fun, David."
"You bet, bitch!"
Hanging up the phone, I could only imagine what David had in store for me.
Chapter 3
"Did you water my plants, Jared?" Mom asked, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she entered the front door.
"Yeah, Mom. Everyday. By the way, Aunt Margie called and ..."
"Yes. I know. She called at the hotel and told me about your grandmother. She's on her way to pick me up so it looks like I'll be leaving again for a couple of days."
"Looks like it's just you and me, kiddo, for the next week or so." Dad said.
"Yeah, right." I replied.
"So. How did things go around here, Jared?" Dad asked. "Did UPS deliver that package for your Mom?"
"Oh yeah. He delivered it alright." I said, with a broad smile.
Dad looked at me with a curious look on his face.
"Who delivered the package, Jared?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Did you happen to notice who the UPS driver was?"
"Some guy named David." I said, rather nonchalantly.
"David, huh?" Dad replied, with a grin.
The way Dad said "David" and the way he grinned when he said it, got my curiosity up. Not to mention a slight twitch of my cock.
"You know the guy?" I asked.
"We've met." Dad said. "He's Jon Dawson's boy."
"That's Mr. Dawson's son?" I asked.
"Yeah. The guy I work with. You know he has a son."
'Boy, do I know him!' I thought to myself.
"So, Dad ... uh ... when did you meet Mr. Dawson's son ... uh ... David?"
"Oh, I've met him a couple of times going over to pick up Mr. Dawson to play golf. And he delivered a package here once before."
Now I was really curious and wondered if David had perhaps delivered more than just a package?
"He's a fine young man, that David." Dad said, grinning again. "He kinda reminds me of you, Jared."
"Oh really." I remarked, walking away.
Mom left with Aunt Margie that afternoon. She'd be gone for a week so Dad and I resigned ourselves to the fact that it would be just the two of us.
That wasn't a problem for me. In fact, it made me want to know more about Dad and possibly Dad and David. Added to that, the fact that I knew that Dad had a stash of porno magazines in his office and that a couple of the magazines had just guys in them, made me really wonder if perhaps there was a side to Dad which he kept hidden. A side of him that I was curious to find out about.
The more I thought about it and the more I scoped Dad out, I had to admit that if the opportunity ever presented itself, I'd do it with my Dad.
For a guy of thirty-eight, Dad was still young and in good shape too. At eighteen, after he got Mom pregnant with me, he joined the Marine Corps and had just retired with twenty years of service only a couple of months ago and had now taken on a "civilian" job as a partner with his brother's construction firm. I guess Dad figured that he needed a "macho" civilian job to go with his macho image. And that he was, down to the bone.
Now, if I could only find out if Dad buttered his bread on both sides, so to speak?
Chapter 4
With Mom away for a couple of days, Dad could relax more, and drink more without hearing her complain.
By around eleven o'clock that night, Dad was feeling no pain, drinking his beer and relaxing in his favorite reclining chair.
"Wanna watch the eleven o'clock news, Dad?" I asked.
"Nah. I think I'm gonna head on up to bed, Jared."
When Dad got out of his chair and stood up, I guess that's when his beer really kicked in as he swaggered in his gait.
"Whoa, Dad!" I laughed. "I think you're drunk. Need a hand?"
"I'm not drunk." Dad protested. "Just buzzed."
"Yeah, right!" I said, getting up from the couch and taking his arm, flung it around my shoulder to brace him making our way to the stairs.
As my face was in close proximity to Dad's armpit, I got a good whiff of his underarm. It was rank and moist with perspiration and the aroma started to excite me.
"Sorry if I smell a little funky there, Jared." Dad said, seeing that my face was practically in his hairy armpit.
"No problem, Dad." I replied, as his pit funk swirled up my nostrils causing my dick to respond with a twitch in my shorts. We climbed the stairs and turned into the bedroom whereupon Dad began to strip down for bed. Pulling off his t-shirt, in the dim light, I could see his broad shoulders and muscular chest, covered with a light matting of hair, taper downwards to a taut, washboard stomach.
"Whoa!" Dad yelped, staggering as he pulled one leg out of his trousers, nearly tumbling over.
"Need some help, Dad?"
"Yeah!" Dad said, with a laugh, plopping down on the bed. "Can you take my pants off? I'm stuck."
"No prob, Dad." I replied.
Dad fell back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide, one leg out of his trousers and the other still in. I kneeled down between his legs and tugged his pants down and off.
"That's better." Dad said, spreading his legs even wider.
I looked straight ahead and found myself staring directly at his crotch. His white briefs did little to hide what he packed between his muscular thighs. I could clearly see the outline of his cock through the thin material of his briefs and it looked to be a hefty piece of meat.
Dad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and tugged, unsuccessfully.
"You mind?" Dad asked, lifting his head up, meeting his gaze with mine.
"Why should I?" I responded, leaning forward as Dad arched his back to heave himself up slightly so I could grasp his briefs to slip them off.
As I began to slide his briefs down, the first glimpse of his pubic bush made my cock swell to life. As inch by inch of his thick, flaccid tool became exposed, my dick rose to a full erection, tenting the front of my shorts.
As I slid his briefs off, exposing his nakedness, a musky aroma, the scent of sweaty crotch, wafted up my nose. Looking down for a brief second, I could see skid marks in the seat of Dad's skivvies.
Seeing my Dad completely naked with his legs spread wide apart and the scent of his musk curling up my nostrils, I could feel my dick twitching, throbbing and oozing.
In a drunken stupor, perhaps oblivious or forgetting my presense, Dad swirled his hand over his chest and tweaked his right nippple.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad sighed.
My heart was racing in my chest. Slipping my hand down between my legs, I squeezed my aching, throbbing cock.
"Yeah!" Dad moaned, softly, as he slid his hand downward, his fingers trailing through the forest of his pubic hair and down the length of his swelling, rising cock.
I watched, mesmerized, as Dad curled his fingers around the thick, veiny stiffening shaft and began stroking his dick. As he worked his fingers up and down his cock, it swelled to, what looked to me, an impressive length and girth. I estimated he packed a good ten inches of dick meat from the thick base to the swollen, engourged, flairing mushroom shaped head with its rather large piss slit.
"Fuck!" Dad sighed, pumping on his cock.
Instinctively, I freed my dick from its confinement in my shorts and began stroking. The funky smell of my own cock, which had been encased in the filthy pouch of David's jockstrap, sent a tart, tangy aroma up my nose.
"Aaahhh!" Dad moaned, again, as he slid his other hand down to cup his balls and tug on them, before slipping a finger past his nutsack to disappear into his hairy buttcrack.
My excitement was mounting by the second as I watched Dad masturbate right before my eyes. With one hand he pumped on his dick while with the other he massaged his balls and fingered his asshole.
I reached down, not taking my eyes off of Dad, and felt around for his underwear. Clutching it, I felt its moistness. Bringing it up slightly I stared at the skid marks in it and felt an uncontrollable desire to sniff it; to smell my Dad's most personal scent.
Dad was moaning louder, lost in his sexual fantasy, driving his finger deeper and deeper up his asshole.
I brought Dad's briefs up to my face and pressed my nose against the skid marks and took a deep whiff. A subtle, funky aroma began to fill my nose. The aroma of asshole. Dad's stink.
"Mmmmmm! Fuck!" I sighed, rubbing Dad's briefs over my face, aroused by its musky scent.
"I've got something better for you to sniff, son."
"Dad!" I gasped, dropping his briefs and bowing my head in total embarassment.
"My asshole is real raunchy, Jared." Dad said, in a husky voice. "It's nice and ripe. Smell it. Put your nose where my finger is and smell my manpussy!"
As I leaned forward, Dad pulled his legs up towards his chest, exposing his hairy butt trench to me with his asshole sucking hungrily on his finger.
"Go for it, Jared. Smell my ass."
As I pushed my nose into the warm, sweaty, hairy crevice, I moaned out loud as I breathed in Dad's butt stench. It was ripe with stink as he withdrew his finger from his hole and rubbed it, covered with his buttslime, over and into my flared nostrils.
"Yeah! Smell my stink, son. Get high on my buttstink the way my buddies did when I was a Marine. It's dirty and raunchy ... the way I like it!"
"Is your hole always this dirty, Dad?" I asked, rubbing my nose over and sniffing his juicy asslips, all the while pulling on my dripping cock.
"Always!" Dad moaned. "Always dirty. Always stink."
"Ah fuck!" I sighed, snorting his hole like a pig snorting in a trough, rooting around for something to eat.
****************************** To be continued ... I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net