Three years here, a couple of years there. Finally we stopped because Dad was retiring. My father was a big man. With broad shoulders, hairy chest, an imposing deep voice, and huge hands.
He stood 5'11", and easily weighed , of solid muscle, dark but graying hair, deep blue eyes. I hadn't really thought about sex with him, but it came to be the standard that I would measure all men by. I started playing around with sex and stimulation when I was quite young. The first sexual thing I was into was piss. I used to pee on myself in the tub, or fill a glass and run it down the crack of my ass. As I played with that warm, golden juice, I would imagine that it was a man similar to my father pissing down my ass.
From there it just led to masturbation as often as possible. I still do to this day. 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? 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 has large balls, and a nice thick cock, even soft. So it was no wonder I wanted to get close to that. As with all military men, they want their sons to be like them - big, strong, loyal, and above all men. It never enters their mind that their sons would want to suck their dick, or eat their hairy holes, or get fucked by them. But, for me it was something I truly desired. 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.
My father work on helicopters, so there was always the odor of grease mixed with Old Spice and sweat. It is a deadly combination for me. As was often the case my mother would go out shopping on Saturdays, and my father would work around the house, and yard.
She naturally would be gone for hours, and I hatched a plan to make my desires known, whatever the consequence. I needed be close to him, to enjoy that connection with him. I knew he would probably be furious, and that was part of the turn on, the possibly consequences.
So after spending several hours working out in the yard, he came in for a shower. I needed to be sure that I could at least smell his underwear, his t-shirt, and get that scent of him. To actually smell what it is like to be near his cock, his ass. 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.
As 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. 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. I should have just ran back out, but couldn't resist taking the chance. When I opened my eyes, there my father stood, naked, sweaty, and angry. I looked at him and in a small voice said, "Yes sir. But he could read my eyes, and the tented shorts I was wearing told him all he really needed to know.
He threw down the towel and walked slowly over to where I stood, his hands balled up into fists and positioned on his hips. There was a nasty snarl on his face, probably the same one he gave his troops when he was displeased, or serious about something. I know I was taking a chance, but this was unfolding into more than I ever dreamed. The sensation was so great, my adrenaline rush so intense that I almost shot immediately.
I then opened my eyes, and looked down at my father's dick. It was mere inches from my face. It was thick, and long, and getting larger as I stared.
Obviously, I was not the only one getting a charge from this. He then squatted his massive body down, spread his muscled ass cheeks and demanded that I sniff his dirty hole. I looked at that dark, hairy furrow. The hairs along the crack were damp with perspiration, and the smell emanating from the hole was rich and musky.
I lifted my head slightly and sniffed. It was all I had thought it would be. The sight of that man's hot pink hole, the hairs surrounding it, and the knowledge that I was there was making my head spin. I then decided to go for broke, and let my tongue swipe over his hole. At first his reaction was to jerk up, but then settled back down on my face and barked the order for me to eat his hole. I struggled under those massive globes to get my tongue as deep into his hole as I could.
He assisted by spreading his cheeks, and pushing his hole out to my waiting mouth and tongue. The taste of salt, and musk from his ass was incredible. I buried my face in his ass and continued to suck, and lick his hairy hole for all I was worth. I could tell I was hitting some sensitive spots as he moaned, and groaned under my tonguing. It was foul smelling, but I watched as his hole opened up and closed during it.
He then stood, and made me get on my knees in front of him. As he turned around, his dick was at least 9" long, and dripping with precum.
I quickly licked the precum from the head of his thick cock and moved my mouth over it. I started to ply my talents to his cock head, and suck and lick those tender parts. Then he placed those huge hands on the back of my head, and started to feed me his dick. I grabbed onto his ass, and held on for the ride. At first the thrusting was slow and patient, then more urgent as more inches were going down my throat. Eventually through relaxation I was able to accommodate all 9" of dick in my mouth.
My father groaned, and told me how good it felt to have a nice soft pair of lips sucking his cock. His dick seemed to grow thicker with each thrust. I had to admit that even though I felt like gagging on several occasions I was loving this. He abruptly stopped and told me to get onto the bed on my hands and knees.
I was aware of what was coming, but still could not believe that I was actually going to get fucked. He spit into his hand and then wiped that load of saliva onto my crack. With his rough, thick fingers he started to push through my ass ring. I was pretty tight, but determined to do this. I relaxed as much as I could and just let myself enjoy the sensations running through my body. He then pushed my back end down a bit and aimed his huge cock head at my hole.
He then pushed against my tight ass hole and I felt the thick cock head slip into my hole. The pain was excruciating, and I had to bite down on the pillow from the blinding ache. But he held his dick head just inside and allowed me to become accustomed to it. Once I nodded that it was ok to proceed, he drove the rest of his hard shaft in.
In one push I had my father deep in my hole. He grabbed hard onto my hips with his hands, and started to move his thick piece in and out of my hole with long strokes. He was tearing me apart, but in my mind I was in heaven. To think that I had a REAL man in my hole, fucking me, and hopefully going to leave his load of cum in my guts was heaven.
He then started to really fuck me hard. I complied and met each thrust with a back push. I wanted my Dad's dick so far up inside me. I could tell he was not going to last too much longer.
His breathing became short, and belabored, and his strokes were coming harder and faster. My sides hurt from him clutching onto my hips, and my hole burned with pleasure as I could feel him slowly fuck his cum into me. I lay there exhausted, but just as suddenly his cock was ripped from my hole and I was turned over to face him. His cock was still rock hard, shiny and dripping and he forced his dirty cock into my mouth. I relished having to taste my ass juices mixed with his cum.
He then held my head down deep into his crotch, grunted, and then let go a strong, pungent stream of piss down my throat. I gagged at first not realizing what was happening, but that last only a moment, and I began to drink in earnest. He was blessing my fantasies with his piss; his strong, manly, salty piss. I kept my lips tight and worked my tongue over his sensitive head.
He pulled out abruptly, spat into my face, and headed for the bathroom. The only thing he ever said afterward, was that he had made a man of me.