"Your first lesson is on how to obey orders like one." "Take those shorts, and sniff them good and hard, especially where the track marks are!" I closed my eyes, brought the sweat soaked material up to my nose and inhaled. "Boy, I am going to teach you how to be a man". I know I was taking a chance, but this was unfolding into more than I ever dreamed. There was a nasty snarl on his face, probably the same one he gave his troops when he was displeased, or serious about something. He threw down the towel and walked slowly over to where I stood, his hands balled up into fists and positioned on his hips. But he could read my eyes, and the tented shorts I was wearing told him all he really needed to know. "So you want to smell my sweaty pits, my crotch, my sticky ass?" "Is that what you are telling me?" I couldn't say anything. "Yes, sir", I love the scent of men, and really just needed to confirm that. I looked at him and in a small voice said, "Yes sir." "You some fag boy?" It was more a statement than a question, since I could sense he knew. "You like smelling my nasty shorts boy!" Barked as if he was talking to one of his troops. "Boy, you better start talking!" I just looked into his eyes, and I guess the scene was all too clear. "What the hell are you doing?" I couldn't speak, I was so taken by shock that I didn't know what to answer. When I opened my eyes, there my father stood, naked, sweaty, and angry. I should have just ran back out, but couldn't resist taking the chance. I hurriedly ran into the bedroom and picked up his underwear, and without even thinking held the crotch to my nose and too a big whiff of him. So I wanted to wait until he got into the shower and then pick each item of clothing to sniff, perhaps to have for a short time to beat off too.Īs my father was changing clothes, he laid them in a pile next to the bed, and headed toward the linen closet for a fresh towel. To actually smell what it is like to be near his cock, his ass. I needed to be sure that I could at least smell his underwear, his t-shirt, and get that scent of him. So after spending several hours working out in the yard, he came in for a shower. I knew he would probably be furious, and that was part of the turn on, the possibly consequences. I needed be close to him, to enjoy that connection with him. She naturally would be gone for hours, and I hatched a plan to make my desires known, whatever the consequence.
It is a deadly combination for me.Īs was often the case my mother would go out shopping on Saturdays, and my father would work around the house, and yard. My father work on helicopters, so there was always the odor of grease mixed with Old Spice and sweat.
I would watch him come home in his uniform, and I could see where the sweat had soaked through the material around his armpits, and down the crack of this ass. But, for me it was something I truly desired. It never enters their mind that their sons would want to suck their dick, or eat their hairy holes, or get fucked by them. So it was no wonder I wanted to get close to that.Īs with all military men, they want their sons to be like them - big, strong, loyal, and above all men. My father has large balls, and a nice thick cock, even soft. It allowed me to watch is body, his tight, large ass muscles move under the fabric, and also find out just how much dick he was carrying. My father used to walk around the house in nothing but his briefs, because as he always told my mother "there are only men in this house, why do I need to dress for them?" I enjoyed his parading around.
From there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. He stood 5'11", and easily weighed 250, of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. Three years here, a couple of years there. Ever since I can recall we were moving from post to post.