(Part 1 from 7)

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I woke up at 6:15am on that warm Sunday morning. It was the three-year anniversary of my divorce and it also happened to be my son's nineteenth birthday. I was a little groggy and tense as I awoke. I stretched out my body. I reached out with my arms and legs and then I felt my erect penis slide against the soft cotton sheet.

A pulse.

As I relaxed my body, my throbbed and pressed up against the sheet. I reached down and positioned my forefinger and thumb around the base of my dick and slightly squeezed. My other hand moved up my stomach to my chest. The sweat of my torso eased its journey. I slid my finger and thumb slowly up my shaft, adding each finger as I ascended to the engorged head of my penis. I could feel my whole cock expanding in my hand.

A stoke.


I slid my hand down to the sweaty bush of thick hair that resided at the base of my cock. Gently, I caressed my balls. The morning heat had caused them to drop and hang down to my anus. I lifted and fondled them. They were so wet. Hell, I was so wet. It must have been 90 degrees that morning. I let go of my balls and brought my hands to my face. I could smell the musky scent of my own body.

"Whew! I need a shower," I said to myself.

As I sat up in bed, I couldn't resist bringing my fingers to my nose once again. In my 39 years of life, I have never found my "man-scent"- Or any man's scent, for that matter- Appealing. For some reason, this day, I found my smell to be unbelievably intoxicating.

I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind and stood up. I decided to rummage through my wardrobe. I opened the door to my closet and it brushed against the tip of my still-hard penis. I looked down at it. I noticed the beads of moisture glistening on the dark curls of my pubic hair. I don't know what came over me, but I just couldn't help myself. I reached down again and grabbed a handful of the damp bush. I quickly brought my fingers to my nose and with my other hand, I reached under and pressed against my taint with two fingers. I inhaled.

"What the fuck is wrong with me," I blurted out.

I grabbed a towel from the door hook and wandered into the hallway. My son's bedroom door was slightly opened. I peeked through the crack to check on him. All I could see was the sheets bunched up at the of his bed. I was just about to turn away and walk to the bathroom when I caught a whiff of "teenage . What weird scent! The odor seemed a bit musky and moldy... Kind of funky really. I could detect a hint of men's cheap body spray and crack. It wasn't like my spicy muskiness, rather, it had a slightly sweet smell.

"Damn," I muttered, "That boy needs to air out that room."

I thought about the shower and reached up to my face to feel how much my whiskers had grown in. I definitely needed to shave. Suddenly, the aroma reached my nostrils. The pungent scent coming from Bobby's room had mingled with my own. I closed my eyes and leaned foreword to rest my head against the door frame. As I did so, I could feel the tip of my rigid penis also pressing against the door frame and then thrusting upward.

I heard a rustle in from Bobby's room. I stood up abruptly and then nonchalantly nudged the door and peered in further. Bobby was lying on his stomach with one leg out straight and the other bent up to his waist. He was sleeping naked and I couldn't help but notice his firm, round butt and the generous amount of hair that filled its crack. His hairless, pink balls squeezed out from under him.

Then again, that smell.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed my cock with my left hand and began stroking it. I inhaled deeply. With my right hand, I reached into the crack of my ass and rubbed my hole and taint. I brought my right hand to my face and savored the smell. I inhaled deeply again and my dick thickened. I was so hard I thought it would split in half.

My eyes were fixed on Bobby's crack and as I relished the smell of my own, I couldn't help but wonder what his smelled like. Did it smell like mine? Would it be a sweeter scent? I could feel my balls beginning to tighten up and the odd interest with my son's ass quickly turned to an obsession. I just had to know.

I thought about it for a moment. Bobby was a heavy sleeper. I literally would have to physically shake him sometimes to wake him up. So, how hard could it be to simply walk in his room, gently put my hand in his crack, take a whiff and leave?

The next thing I knew, I was on all fours and carefully pushing passed his door and crawling into his room. As I crept alongside his bed, the "teenage boy" odor became more noticeable and I began to quiver. I remained on all fours for what seemed like an hour, but was mere minutes. I slowly raised my head to level my eyes with the bed. Right in front of my face was Bobby's knobby knee, so I backed up a bit. Now his hairy bum was in plain view. I swallowed hard, raised myself to a kneeling position and ever so carefully began to reach my trembling hand over his leg, toward his butt. I wasn't but a few inches away when Bobby began to move.


I ducked down and could feel my boner instantly becoming flaccid. I was no longer quivering, but shaking. What the hell was I doing? This is so unbelievably fucked up! I decided at that very moment that I was going to get up and out of my son's room as fast as I could.

Quietly, I sat up again and was about to stand when I saw Bobby was now in a fetal position with his backside facing me. I stopped dead in my tracks. Bobby's furry butt was a mere foot and a half away from me. I positioned myself so that I was at eye level and marveled at his pink hole and the damp, dark hair that surrounded it. I followed the line of hair to the boy's taint. His skin was tight and I could tell he was sporting some morning wood. I looked closer and could see the distinct line of his urethra, budging above the girth of his taint and disappearing in between his pressed legs. Without thinking, I leaned forward and his funk permeated my nostrils. I could feel my semi-erect penis stiffening once again. I let out a stuttered sigh.

I could feel a bead of sweat roll down my spine to the crack of my ass. Bobby's window was only a quarter of the way open and the sun was piercing through the glass and making the room hotter than hell.

"I just need to do this and get the fuck outta here," I mouthed.

Then ever so gingerly, I reached my right hand toward his bum. Softly, I pressed my middle finger on his warm hole. I relaxed the rest of my digits and eventually pressed my palm gently into is crack. It was moist with sweat and I started to tremble again. My god, how I wanted to smell it! I pulled back my arm and raised my palm to the tip of my nose. I inhaled deeply as I slowly moved my hand downward so that I could smell my fingers. When I smelled the tip of my middle finger, I could smell the stink of his sweaty hole.

"Ok. You got what you wanted. Time to get out of here," I thought to myself.

The fact is, I wasn't as satisfied as I thought I would be. Don't get me wrong... My son's ass crack was probably the greatest smelling thing ever. I have no idea why I think that, but no smell has ever made me so out of control and irresponsible. Still, I wanted something more, but had no clue what that "something" was.

I looked back at Bobby's bent up form on the bed. I gazed at his hairy crack again. I thought that if I could just get a bit closer, then maybe, I could be satisfied. I began to lean in toward him. His taint appeared to breathe for a second and his puckered hole twitched. I was not more than 4 inches away from his ass when the smell of him really hit me. It was like a shock to my system and then I closed my eyes as I breathed him in. I could feel myself easing in... Closer and closer. I felt the warmth from his body on my face and my dick began to jut up and down. I dared not open my eyes. I just kept moving in closer. I stopped when I felt the his curly butt hairs tickle my nose. I grabbed my cock. I inhaled.

It was in that moment that I did something- Something I never would have imagined doing. My tongue slipped passed my lips and out of my mouth. It pushed through the sweat soaked hair and fished around for my son's hole. Once my tongue had found his opening, I stiffened it up and began to lick softly. The smell was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The taste of my son's sweaty ass crack was even more surprising. Salty... Tangy... Sweet... Fuck! All I wanted to do was eat that hot little ass with such fervency, but I knew I must restrain myself.

My dick was very hard and it throbbed in my hand. I started to gently stroke it. My tongue pressed into the boy's hole. I remember thinking how badly I wanted to just shove it so deep inside him. I thought how I'd like to shove my cock deep inside him too. Suddenly, many thoughts started swirling about my head.

"Wait! What the fuck?!"

"What am I doing?"

"I'm not a homosexual!"

"My tongue is in my son's asshole!"

I sat up. I stood up and immediately went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and looked at myself in the mirror.

"What the fuck did you just do," I mouthed. "You just had your tongue up your boy's ass! Are you fucking insane?"

My hands were perched upon the sink and I looked down to see my penis was still fully erect. I tuned my head toward Bobby's room and then back to the mirror. I couldn't look at myself, so I turned and went back to my son's door.

Bobby had shifted positions and was lying all sprawled out on the bed. I was disappointed when I saw his balls were hanging so low that they covered his hairy little hole. Then I noticed his beautiful, hard penis oozing precum all over his belly. It was a bit smaller and lighter in color than mine, but they were damn near identical! I looked down at my own dick and began to stroke it. I smelled my hand again- The one that was the crack of my son's ass. I got weak in the knees and my balls began to tighten. The scent was feint, but I could still smell him.

Bobby's cock jutted a few times and pre-ejaculate was making a puddle in the thin hair that reached right below his belly button. I looked down at my own cock as it was making its own a puddle of precum on the hardwood floor below me. I scooped up a bit of the goo from the tip of my dick with my forefinger and tasted it. It had been years since I last tasted my own precum. It was much stronger than I remembered and I wondered if Bobby's precum was as strong as mine.

This time, I would be much more daring and quick about it. I would just walk in there, reached down and get some of that pre-nut, taste it, leave and finally take my shower. I wandered into the room and stood at the side of Bobby's bed. As I admired Bobby's developing body, I leaned over and softly swirled my finger in the puddle of precum. Bobby didn't flinch. I stood up straight and put my finger in my mouth. I was quite surprised to find that it barely had any taste at all. Unsatisfied, I knelt down and leaned over him, positioning his penis tip between my lips and lightly sucked out some of his juice.

I was amazed at the softness of the head of his cock and I could feel the warm precum entering my mouth, dripping between my teeth and tongue. I cannot explain the flavor. All I can say was it was exhilarating and I knew I was about to cum.

Slowly, I stood up as not to wake Bobby. I kept stoking my seven inches of rock, hard cock. My knees grew weak and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I quickly left Bobby's bedroom and went into the bathroom. I left the shower running and steam was filling the air. I pressed my taint against the pedestal sink while I kept stroking my cock. I put my hand to my face trying to find what scent remained of my son's ass. I could feel the pressure building up and my taint began to pulsate against the porcelain. Within moments, I was shooting streams of milky, white cum all over the sink... All over the wall... All over the mirror.

"Fuck yeah!"

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