Spying On Dad

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The following story may be inappropriate for some readers as it deals with raunch, scat and incest. Therefore, if these are topics that offend you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Spying On Dad by Rim4you

Chapter 1

Being raised by a single parent isn't all that bad. In fact, it's all I've ever known. According to my Dad, Derrick Campbell, Mom was a tereffic woman. I suppose it does hurt, in a way, knowing that she died giving birth to me. Why Dad never remarried I'll never know. But then again, that's none of my business.

Mom and Dad had been high school sweathearts. She, from what I've been told by my father and my Uncle Adam, was attracted to Dad initially because he was a jock.

I guess I can relate to that attraction too. I consider myself to be an average sixteen year old. Following in my Dad's footsteps I'm athletic and am on the football and soccer teams at school.

When I was around fourteen Dad introduced me to working out, lifting weights with him in the basement of our house which he had converted into a veritable gym. Practically every Saturday morning Dad and I would have a vigorous workout and oftentimes Uncle Adam would be there too, keeping pace with his older brother.

It was about that time, I guess, with puberty taking hold of me and my horemones in overdrive, that I found myself looking at my Dad, and Uncle Adam too, in ways that were, for lack of a better word, unconventional.

Seeing their hard bodies, glistening with sweat; hearing their grunts as the went through their repititions; their muscles straining and the scent of all that male testosterone emitting from their bodies, excited me. I found myself with a hardon practically everytime I worked, out with Dad and Uncle Adam. Much to their amusement and my embarassment.

"Don't worry about it, Danny-Boy!" Uncle Adam would quirk, grinning from ear to ear and pointing to my obvious boner. "It happens to all guys and from the looks of things, I'd say you definitely inherited the family genes too!"

"What's that?" I'd ask, squirming and trying, to no avail, to conceal my predicament.

"A big cock!" Dad would answer. And as far as I could tell, now that it had been mentioned, it looked as though both Dad and Uncle Adam had nothing to be ashamed of from the bulges between their beefy thighs.

"All of us Campbell men have big dicks, Danny-Boy!" Uncle Adam would continue, flashing a smile and a grope of his hefty basket.

"Now, now!" Dad would say. "Don't be filling the boy's head with crap, Adam. You'll give him the impression we're a brood of fucking fags or something."

I remember, on that occassion, Uncle Adam giving Dad a piercing look and Dad returning his brother's look with an equally piercing gaze and, like Uncle Adam, fondled himself too.

Like I said earlier, back then, with the onslaught of puberty and seeing these two men, scantily clad, muscle bound and reeking with masculinity and priding themselves for having big dicks and nonchalantly groping themselves right there in front of me, was bound to have an effect upon me.

My erections, tenting the front of my shorts, belied what was really stirring within me: a feeling of wanting to be intimate with these two men.

In the end I'd bound up to the privacy of my bedroom and relieve my tensions with a slow stroke session. Gliding my hand up and down my throbbing, young cock, I'd fantasize about Dad, Uncle Adam and myself. Together. The three of us doing the secret thing that guys do.

Looking down at my raging hardon, I curled my lips back with a wicked grin.

'Oh yeah!' I sighed, pulling on my dick and tugging on my sweaty nutsack. 'I got a big dick too!'

By way of Uncle Adam's remarks, curiousity got the better of me. Jumping up I ran to my desk and rumaged for a ruler. Looking at my reflection in the large mirror on the back of the door to my bedroom, I smiled big time as I placed the ruler alongside my hard, erect cock.

'Eight inches!' I gasped, happily. 'And I'm only fourteen. Damn! I wonder how big Dad and Uncle Adam are?'

Dropping the ruler I turned and faced my reflection in the mirror. For a kid my age, I was showing signs of tone and definition. Turning slightly I gazed at the rounded melons of my ass and ran my hand over each cheek as I continued, with the other, to stroke my dripping cock.

'Aaahhh! Aaahhh!' I sighed, trailing a finger down and into the warm, moist valley between my buttcheeks. As I let my finger explore back there, I marvelled and what I perceived to be fuzzy hairs lining my buttcrack.

Working my finger further down, I found my asshole and began rubbing the moist lips of my pucker. I found a certain nastiness in doing this: touching my shithole. I wondered what it would be like to explore Dad and Uncle Adam's butts, Would their asscracks be furry? Would their buttholes be moist and sweaty as mine was now? Would their asshole be ...

'Stink!' I groaned, passing my funky smelling digit under my nose and finding myself being held spellbound to that ripe aroma. As the scent of my stinky hole curled up my nostrils, my knees began to tremble and my hand quickened its stroking pace. As I sensed my ejaculation was near, I turned to face my reflection and watched as I sniffed my finger and pulled on my cock.

'Aw fuck!' I gasped, as I spunked, sending wad after wad flying in the air to splatter onto the mirror.

With my knees giving out, I sank to the floor panting heavily. As I lay my head against the mirror, my finger still raised to my nose and as I panted in the afterglow of my ejaculation with my mouth gaping wide, my white, creamy spooge slid down the mirror and onto my tongue.

'Mmmmmm!' I sighed, flicking my tongue against the mirror, slurping my spunk into my mouth. 'I wish this was your cum, Dad ... Uncle Adam!'

Chapter 2

Relieved, for the time being, I decided to get my homework over and done with. Without my throbbing dick to distract me I figured I could concentrate better. But to no avail. The scent of my stinky butthole clung to my nostrils from where I had rubbed my finger. The lingering aroma made my cock twitch again and in no time I was boned up again.

'You'll have to wait!' I said, giving my dick a slight squeeze. 'I gotta get my homework done.'

Uncle Adam decided he'd stay for the weekend. He often spent the weekend with Dad and I. At twenty-six, four years younger than Dad, he prided himself on his bachelorhood and, from the way he talked, of his prowess in the sack. I often wondered why such a bright, successful and obviously handsome man like Uncle Adam wasn't married or, for that matter, didn't have a girlfriend, despite his bragging about his sexual escapades. But that was none of my buisness too.

Alot of people mistook Dad and Uncle Adam for twins. They looked so much alike and were practically identical in height, weight, coloring and build. Both men had curly, black hair and both wore their hair rather long to where their curly locks flowed, like a lion's mane over their broad shoulders. Both had deep set, sparkling blue eyes and square chins that dimpled in the middle. Their bodies were toned, defined and rippled with solid muscle. They reminded me of a picture I'd seen in an illustrated bible of Samson. They both had a deeply masculine, rugged quality about them and I could easily imagine Dad and Uncle Adam, like the picture of Samson, clad in a scanty loincloth, conquering any man who stood in their path.

After supper that evening, we eventually ended up in the livingroom to watch television. Uncle Adam and Dad drank beer and howled as some chick was obviously getting porked hard by a good looking stud. I wondered who they were howling for. The stud or the chick?

Every now and then the camera flashed over the stud's flexing ass as he humped the chick.

In the far corner of the room, curled up in a reclining chair, I watched the movie, mesmerized by the way the stud's buttcheeks flexed and undulated as he fucked the chick. And I could feel my cock getting harder and harder and before long my pisshole was oozing pre-cum.

"Jesus!" Uncle Adam bellowed, as he got up to make a dash to the kitchen for another beer and approaching me, glanced at me. "Dosen't that thing ever go down?"

"What do you expect, Adam?" Dad asked, turning in his chair to look in our direction and hoisting a leg over the arm of the chair, which, from my position across the room, gave me a clear view up Dad's shorts at the thick shaft with the bulbous, mushroom head which appeared to be semi-erect. "I remember when you were his age you couldn't get to sleep unless you jacked off first!"

"Aw man!" Uncle Adam protested, laughingly. "No way, big bro!"

"How could I not know, Adam?" Dad continued. "You moaned and groaned so loud I couldn't fall asleep until you'd finished!"

"No way, Derrick!" Uncle Adam continued his protests. "You got it all backwards. You were the one whacking off and I'm the one who was kept awake."

"Whatever!" Dad replied, shrugging his shoulders with a laugh and reaching down to scratch himself, his hairy balls dolloped out of his shorts. "Ever wonder, Adam, what Mom must have thought when doing the laundry about all those cum stains on our sheets?"

"Never gave it much thought, bro." Adam answered, reaching down to tousle my hair. "Hey buddy!" Uncle Adam whispered. "Between you and me, its okay to jack off and as for your Dad over there ... he's the one who taught me!"

Now my cock was really hard. Knowing that Dad and Uncle Adam shared a room as kids and the thought of the two of them stroking together, with Dad in the lead teaching his kid brother this or that technique in masturbation, got my dick to twitching and my balls to churning another load that needed to be released.

"I'm tired." I said, streatching and yawning. "It's after midnight."

"Yeah, right!" Uncle Adam chuckled, heading for the kitchen. "Can't wait to beat the meat, huh?"

"Uncle Adam!" I gasped, somewhat embarassed.

Looking over at Dad, who had turned his gaze back to the stud and the chick on the television screen, I saw his hand drop onto his lap and his fingers slightly grazing his crotch. His one leg was still dangled over the arm of the chair and as he continued his hand movements, the snake between his legs began to poke its head out from under his shorts. The mushroom head flared as I watched Dad, seemingly oblivious to the fact of his fingers brushing the head of his dick and down the length of his growing shaft.

I wanted to see more. I wanted to see Dad's cock standing tall and his fingers gliding up and down his joystick. But just then, Uncle Adam returned with two beers in his hands and Dad shifted his position concealing his manhood from my view.

"Off to bed so soon? Uncle Adam asked, with a sheepish grin on his face. "It's Saturday night. You can stay up late, can't he, Derrick?"

"That's fine by me." Dad replied, his hand still moving between his legs.

"Nah! I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

"Have fun!" Uncle Adam whispered, glancing at the tent in my shorts as I stood up.

"I plan to!" I whispered back, shocking myself at what I'd just said.

"Give it a pull for me, Danny-Boy!" Uncle Adam said, softly.

"Sure ... uh ... yeah. Will do!" I replied.

"Think of me on the cum stroke, kiddo!"

"Good-night, Dad!" I hollered out, as I made my way out of the livingroom towards the staircase.

"Good-night, son!" Dad said. "Sleep tight."

As I climbed the stairs to my room, my dick twitched with the thought of what my Uncle had just whispered to me. Did he really mean it? Or was he just joking? Did he want me to fantasize about him while I was masturbating? Was he hinting at something more perhaps?

I was tired. I have to admit that much. Tired and horny to boot. I closed the door to my bedroom and began to strip, tossing my clothes here and there. As I went to turn down my bed, something caught my eye. Something black protruded from under my pillow. It wasn't there before. Cautiously I flung my pillow aside.

'What the fuck?' I mumbled. 'How'd this get here? It's not mine. That's for sure!"

I leaned forward and picked the object up: a well worn, black jockstrap. It reeked of sex. Or rather, of stale piss and cum. It had a crustiness to the touch, yet was supple with all the tell tale stains in the pouch which any guy could recognize. Where the two straps joined at the pouch, the coloring was of a darkish brown.

With my dick flaging at full staff and pre-cum dribbling out of my pisshole, I brought the jockstrap to within inches of my face and took a deep breath.

'Oh man! Fuck!' I gasped. 'Fucking stink!'

Pressing the reeking strap to my face, which appeared and smelled as if it had never known a washing machine in its existence, I collapsed onto my bed, inhaling the jock-stink and beating my meat.

Chapter 3

The clock downstairs chimed twice. I opened my eyes in the dim light. I was thirsty. Glancing sideways, nestled under my chin and still sending its fumes up my nostrils was the black jockstrap. I smiled remembering how I sucked on the heavily stained pouch while masturbating earlier and how turned on I was by the funky flavor that filled my mouth.

I got up to go downstairs for something to drink and to raid the refrigerator. In the dim light I could see a piece of paper under my door as if it had been slid under it. Flicking on the lightswitch I bent down to pick up the piece of paper. I focused my eyes on the words:

"Enjoy the gift? Did you think of me on the cum stroke?"

'Uncle Adam!' I sighed, pressing the piece of paper to my chest like a lovesick puppy.

Scurrying back to my bed I picked up the jockstrap and gave it a deep sniff before slipping it on. Now that I knew whose it was, I wanted to feel it craddling my cock and balls. Putting my pajama bottoms on over it I headed downstairs.

All was quiet and still. I gathered Dad and Uncle Adam had drunk themselves into oblivion and were probably passed out in the livingroom. But as I made my way towards the kitchen, except for the television still being on, there was no sign of Dad or Uncle Adam.

'No big deal.' I said, shrugging my shoulders, ignoring the television and paying attention to my growling stomach instead.

I fixed me a sandwich and a glass of iced tea and sat down at the counter to eat my midnight snack. In the quiet stillness I could hear moans.

'Jeez!' I giggled. 'Mr. Richards must be porking the ole lady pretty hard next door!'

I walked over and looked out the kitchen window to the Richards' house next door. I opened the window and listened but the sound didn't seem to be coming from the direction of their house. It seemed closer. Looking down at the floor I noticed a light from under the door leading down to the basement.

'Hmmm! Wonder if those two drunks are pumping iron at this hour of the morning?'

I finished off my sandwich first and then walked towards the basement door. The moans and groans were definitely coming from the basement. But the noises didn't sound like those associated with lifting weights. I knew those sounds. Instead, the moans and groans sounded all too familiar. Like the kind of sounds I made when I was horny and beating off.

Curiousity got the best of me and I slowly opened the door. Deep, gutteral sounds were definitely coming from the basement. It was the sound of men moaning and groaning.

Cautiously I tip-toed down the carpeted stairs and peaked around the corner into the dimly lit room.

Now the moans became audible words, the sound of which began to stir my cock with excitement.

"Yeah, bro! Fucking empty that beer piss up my ass! Yeah! Fucking piss up my sloppy manpussy!"

"Yeah, Adam? You like having my big cock pissing up your stinking cunt?"

"Yeah! Oh fuck, yeah, bro! Fill the bitch's hole with your fucking manpiss! Give the fucking bitch what he needs, man!"

"Tell me what you need, little brother? Talk to your big bro, man!"

"I need cock, man! I need big, fucking cock filling my shithole with fucking piss, man! I need my big bro's studmeat up my ass!"

"Yeah? You like getting fucked by your brother, Adam?"

"Fuck, man! It's what I need, bro. Your fucking big dick pounding my shitty manpussy!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Pissing up your ass, bro! Fucking taking a nice piss up your pig fucking cunt!"

"Give it to me, Derrick! I want all your piss up my sloppy hole! Fuck me with your pissing cock, man! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh yeah! Fucking sloppy, Adam. Your ass is full of shit and piss, little bro! You're a nasty fuck, bro!"

"That's the way you like it, Derrick. Fucking shitty and sloppy!"

"Oh yeah! Fucking the pig's shitty cunt! Getting shit and piss all over my big cock! Fucking stink, bro!"

"Fuck my stink, dirty pussy, man! Shove that big cock up my filthy ass! Fuck the shit and piss out of my hairy manhole!"

"Fuck! Your buttslop feels good on my cock!"

"Rape my manpussy, big bro! Pound that ass! Make me scream!"

"Don't want to wake up Danny, man!"

"Fuck! He'd want a turn at my stinking hole!"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, fucker? Having me and my boy taking turns fucking your stink and dirty. Fucking the slop out of your manhole!"

"Fuck yeah! The two of you riding my shithole fucking me so hard I get the shit fucked out of me! Bet he's got a big dick like you too, bro!"

"Like father, like son, huh?"

"That'd be so bitchin'! Getting fucked by both father and son! By my big bro and my newphew!"

"Sounds good, don't it, Adam?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Wouldn't mind having my boy's cock up my stinkhole while I'm fucking your slopchute!"

"Fuck me! Pound that ass, Derrick! Rape my fuckhole, man! Make my asshole explode with shit, piss and spunk!"

"You gonna give it to me nasty, man?"

"Fuck yeah! Just the way you like it, Derrick! Gonna fucking fart out all the shit, piss and spooge outta my manhole all over your fucking face!"

"Aw fuck! You know exactly what I like, Adam!"

"What we both like, bro. Cock. Shit. Piss. Cum. Fucking manstink! Fuck me till I can't hold back, man! Then pull the plug and take all the stink my ass can spew!"

"All over my fucking face, man!"

"I'm gonna fucking cover your entire body with my fucking stink, man! My ass is loaded with shit!"

I was spellbound, captivated by what was taking place only a few feet from where I was crouching. Hearing Dad and Uncle Adam talking dirty; seeing their naked bodies glistening with sweat as they gave into their animal instincts, aroused me beyond my wildest fantasies.

I watched and lusted over the ample mounds of Dad's creamy white ass. I could see a dark forest of hair swirling in the cleft of his butt.

Like the stud I had seen earlier on the television, whose buttcheeks tensed and relaxed as he fucked, so now I watched my Dad's muscular butt clench and relax as he pounde away at Uncle Adam's ass, who was leaning over a workout bench, spreading his asscheeks apart wide to take every inch of Dad's long, thick dickmeat.

My own cock, like Uncle Adam's, was twitching and jerkng and I could see a line of cocksnot dripping out of his dick and falling to the floor. I could feel my own cock oozing copious amounts of pre-cum into his black jockstrap that I had on. The thought that my juices were mingling with his on the strap only excited me more.

I wondered if I should just remain silent and continue watching as I yanked the front of my pajamas and the jockstrap down to under my aching balls and began masturbating. Didn't they mention me? Didn't I hear both of them say how much they wanted my cock up their asses? Or was that just dirty talk sprung from the heat of the moment.

With my cock free and in my hand, I watched, lusted and masturbated. As excited as I was, I knew it would only take a couple of strokes to pop my nut. Welling up into my nostrils was the stench from Uncle Adam's jockstrap; the heat of my own sweaty crotch and the funky aroma, a mixture of body odor and shit, curling up my nostrils only made my dick throb all the more.

As I continued to beat off, I tugged my pajamas down to around my ankles leaving my uncle's jockstrap under my balls. With my free hand I caressed my ass and toyed with my asshole after which I sniffed the stink from my finger. The tip of my finger had a brown coating on it. I knew it was shit which, in my horny state of mind, I rubbed onto the skin under my nose so I could have that ripe stink to whiff and breathe. The stink intoxicated me filling me with nasty thoughts and desires. Of wanting to tear myself from the spot where I was grounded and run across the room to bury my face in my Dad's hairy butt to smell and taste it.

I wondered if Dad was the kind of man who always kept his butthole squeaky clean? Or did he keep it rank and raunchy?

I remembered seeing a pair of his white briefs in the laundry basket once and the seat had dark, brown stains streaking it. At the time the idea of picking up Dad's briefs to sniff them seemed disgusting. Now his manstink was what I craved and yearned for.

"Plow that sloppy ass, bro! Fuck me hard!"

"Your shit ... fuck ... my piss feels so good up your ass, man! I can feel my dick churning your slop. I can smell your stink, bro! Fuck!"

"Yeah! Smell my stink, bro! Pretty soon it's gonna be all over that handsome face of yours. Shit and piss running down your face, man!"

"Give it to me now, motherfucker!"

I watched with bated breath, my cock on the brink of spunking, as Dad pulled his dick out of Uncle Adam's gaping, puckering asshole and sunk to his knees behind his brother's upturned ass.

"Want it now, pig?"

"Give me all your fucking stink, little bro! Blast it all over my fucking face!"

I took my hand off of my dick. It twitched and bobbed with a life all its own. I could feel my balls drawing up and I knew I was on the verge of cumming. I knew that at any second now I would be spooging big time but I wanted to wait till ...

"Aw fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah, give it to me, Adam! Stink me up good!"

As Uncle Adam's asshole spewed its reeking mixture of piss and shit all over Dad's face and into his wide open mouth my cock exploded sending rope after rope of creamy spooge flying into the air and splattering onto the floor.

"Take my fucking stink, man! Take it all, bro!"

Uncle Adam's butthole belched and farted its stinky load just as my cock was doing the same. As Uncle Adam turned his head back to watch his filth splatter over Dad's face and body, his eyes met mine.

In an instant I panicked and made to haul ass. Drawing back his lips in a smile, Uncle Adam shook his head and I could see his lips forming the words ...

"Come here."

'It's now or never,' I whispered, to myself, as I stepped out of my pajamas and slowly made my way into the room towards Dad and Uncle Adam and the warmth of my uncle's mouth as he wrapped his full lips around my cock.

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