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Subject: Drew’s Day with Dad, Chapter 4 This story is a work of fiction. Nothing like this happened in my own life, even though I may have used my own life as a basis for this tale. I am trying to build up the story so that when the ‘good parts’ happen it makes sense. Those are the types of stories I enjoy, and I hope you enjoy this one. Nifty is a free source of fiction like this, and needs your support to keep stories like this alive! Please contribute fty/ And now, back to our story… Drew’s Day with Dad, Chapter 4 From that point on, Tim made a point of walking around in nothing but his briefs more often. He saw how hungrily Drew looked at his bulge, and he wanted to keep feeding the boy’s interest and lust. Not wanting to push the boy before he was really ready, he waited patiently as the boy got older. Tim got a little bit bolder now, and would noticeably grab his package at times while Drew was looking at it. He knew that Drew was trying to look away quickly, but he saw the boy’s mouth open a little each time Tim grabbed his junk. Once he noticed Drew staring at his daddy bulge, it seemed to make Tim even hornier than he had been. Tim was a horny dude, and loved to play with his cock, even without cumming, as much as he could. It was a good thing there were several out-buildings on the farm. Throughout his days working on the farm, Tim would often get an urge to just stroke his dick for a bit. His wife really wasn’t keeping up with Tim’s insatiable drive, so it seemed like he had his hand on his dick every few hours, if not every twenty minutes. Because there was always a risk that one of the kids would come wandering around and find him, Tim grew really good at letting his fat daddy dick out the fly in his briefs and through the fly of his work jeans. He started really enjoying playing with his balls too, so they often came out as well when he was having a little stroke session. This, of course, stretched the fly on most of Tim’s briefs. He didn’t mind in the least, as it made pissing and the stroke sessions easier. It got to the point where he could give a little thrust and his junk would plop right out, ready for either relieving his bladder, or relieving his balls. It had the extra benefit of adding to the little show he gave Drew after coming in from the barn. Many times as he walked from the back hall to his bedroom, one of his low-hanging nuts would fall out of the fly, and Tim just watched as Drew soaked it all in. On one of the Fridays that he wasn’t working, he went to a local bookstore. Over the years his wife had picked up many trade paperback erotic books, including one with some incredibly hot male gay and bi scenes. Tim couldn’t help but frequently re-read those passages, and his mind started wondering about what some ass play might be like. The bookstore had just what he was looking for: it was something like the Joy of Sex, but was much more current and had a wider view of all the things adults could do sexually. What sold Tim on the book was the section about anal exploration for men. And the fact that the illustrations in the book were actual photos, not line drawings. Tim’s dick was visibly hard in his jeans as he looked through the book at the store, and after giving himself a slight adjustment in the groin, paid for it, and took it out to the truck to head home. All the way home he was pawing his horny cock. He could feel that precum was oozing from the tip, and since he was wearing a pair of aqua Hanes briefs, there would be no way of hiding it. “Fuck şişli travesti it,” Tim said. If his wife wasn’t interested in helping Tim with his loads in one way, she’d have to help another way. By the time he got home, Tim had a nice damp spot of precum in his aqua Hanes briefs. Though he wanted to look through the book some more, he knew it would have to wait. There were chores to do, and his wife would be home soon as well. Plus they had to go to a wrestling meet for Tim’s older son. He stashed the book under the bed, and started changing his clothes. Looking down and seeing the wet spot just made him more horny, so he grabbed his soft dick and gave it a few loving strokes before tucking it back into the briefs and pulling on his work pants. Drew was now four months past his twelfth birthday. Ever since he had seen those men in Playgirl, he tried to find images of masculine men wherever he could. It was tough on the farm, though, because he didn’t have a lot of access. He had to make do with the middle pages of the big JC Penney and Sears catalogs with their underwear pictures and hope that his mom didn’t notice him looking at them. The Sunday newspaper ads sometimes had handsome men modeling underwear as well. If no one was around, he’d look at those Playgirl magazines. Finding the underwear ads in his dad’s Playboy magazines was another gold mine. The Jockey ads with Jim Palmer especially made his dick jump. Something about the handsome man in tight colored briefs made Drew think about his dad and his dad’s penis. Drew made a point of being in a place with clear viewing lines whenever his dad came in from the barn. He knew that his dad would take his pants off in the back entry of the house to not track manure and dirt into the house. Drew loved drinking in the view. Drew committed the images of his tall, handsome dad, in work socks, a white t-shirt, and briefs to his memory for later. His hungry, horny mind took in all it could, noticing how his dad’s balls moved while he walked. He noticed how his dad’s dick swung in the pouch, often stretched out from a day’s wear. When he saw one of his dad’s heavy nuts fall out the fly, he had all he could do not to gasp as he saved the pictures for later. Not ever wanting to get caught, Drew had learned to save his play time for either the bathroom or his own bedroom. Drew had continued to play with his penis the same way he had when he first started-by rolling his penis between his hands like a piece of clay. By this time he was in the sixth-grade, and had sat through the fifth grade sex talk, and had just finished the sixth grade sex talk. At this year’s talk, the boys had been wondering more about circumcision. With only line-drawings at their disposal, they weren’t sure if they were cut or not. One of the boys asked the priest who was leading the discussion about it. “I would almost guarantee that all of you are circumcised,” the priest said. Something about the way he said it made Drew even hornier than he had been during the chat. He knew, from the Playgirl magazines, what both cut and uncut men looked like. Now he was picturing his classmates, and the priest, and imagining seeing their cut cocks. He squirmed in his seat. Another boy pressed the priest for details, but the priest was vague about what the actual difference in appearance was. Though Drew knew what it looked like, he kept his mouth shut, because he knew that his knowledge would be used as a weapon against him with his classmates. Drew had been thinking beylikdüzü travesti about cut and uncut cocks for the rest of the day. On the bus ride home, every bump made his penis tingle and jump. This had been happening a lot more lately. Ever since the discussion that morning with the priest, it seemed like his penis was even jumpier than usual. He couldn’t wait to look at some of the underwear pictures and then take care of his horny dick. Unfortunately, when Drew got home there was a note from his mom on the table reminding everyone about the wrestling meet that Drew’s brother had that evening. This meant that not only would Drew have to quickly change clothes and go help his dad, but that he’d also have to go sit through a boring few hours of wrestling in the high-school gym. Unless. Drew was a smart kid, both academically and otherwise. He was the top of his class at school, and had watched and learned from all the screw-ups of his brother. He quickly thought of a plan that would both get him out of the wrestling match and give him some alone time at home. Hopefully, it would work. Drew went to his room and took off his school clothes. He looked down at the bulge his penis made in his briefs and couldn’t resist touching it a bit before pulling on a pair of barn pants and slipping on an old sweatshirt. He knew he’d have to wait until later and focus on the plan to get himself some time alone in the house. As Drew and his dad worked in the barn, they were fairly quiet. The country music station blared on the radio as Drew and his dad fed and milked the cattle. Drew took care of the young stock and made sure everything was ship-shape. Throughout their time in the barn, Drew planted seeds about the homework he needed to complete before tomorrow: Several pages of math that he’d fallen behind on that needed to be finished. Drew knew that Tim would want him to finish his work, and he hoped his mom would feel the same way. When they got in the house, Tim announced to his wife that he was going to let Drew stay home, because of a significant math assignment that needed to be done. Off the hook, Drew sat down in the kitchen to wait for the bathroom until his dad was finished. As usual, Drew’s stare practically burned a hole in Tim’s groin as he looked at the aqua colored briefs. There was no mistaking the damp spot right where the head of Tim’s dick rested. Drew’s stomach gave a lurch as he thought about his dad’s penis again. Within 20 minutes of finishing in the barn, Tim, his wife, and Drew’s sisters all piled into the station wagon and were headed to the wrestling match. Drew waited for a few minutes, and then began looking around for things that would feed his hungry, horny appetite. He’d long known about the stash of dirty books and magazines under his parent’s bed, so that was his first stop. He was surprised to see the new book that Tim had purchased that day. Drew opened it up, pawing at his bulging briefs as he looked at the photos of men and women engaged in various sexual activities. One section in particular caught his eye: a guide to masturbation for men. Even though no one was around, Drew didn’t like feeling too exposed, so he grabbed the book and headed to the bathroom. It was still a little steamy from his dad’s shower, but it also had the masculine scent of Tim’s shaving cream. Then Drew noticed something that he knew he had to investigate. The aqua colored Hanes. Right on top of the laundry pile in the hamper. Looking like Tim had just stepped istanbul travesti out of them. Drew picked them up, and held them up as though they were being worn. The prominent bulge in the front made Drew’s penis jump in his briefs. Aching with need, he slid them down as he continued to investigate his dad’s underwear. Feeling especially dirty, he slipped them on. Now his penis was rubbing where his dad’s had been all day. The dampness intrigued him, so he slipped them down and turned them inside out. Instead of just looking wet, there was an almost silvery film on them. Drew realized that this was some of the pre-ejaculatory fluid that he had just heard about in school. He couldn’t resist it. He picked up the briefs and put them to his nose. The assault on his senses was a bolt of lightning to his dick. Drew couldn’t remember ever feeling quite the way he was at the moment. It was exciting and also scary. He took another whiff, inhaling the scent of the fluid that made him. He put the briefs over his head so he could roll his penis, and then remembered the book. Taking the briefs off, he carefully read the section on masturbation. As he read, he tried the techniques in the book. At first it felt a little awkward compared to how he had been doing it since he was 8, but then he realized how he could vary the pace and touch, and tease different parts of his penis. The accompanying photos were super hot to Drew as well. A very masculine man, with dark hair and a hairy chest, showed all the different ways a man might masturbate his penis. Drew looked at the man and instantly thought of Tim, and of Tim moving his hand over his penis in the same ways. It gave Drew a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. Funny and also interesting. He kept reading and looking at the photos, stroking his penis as he read. Then he remembered the briefs. He picked them back up and put them back up to his face. Since he was stroking with one hand instead of rolling his penis, it was way easier to multi-task. Putting his face right in the pouch, he stroked his penis a little harder and a little bit faster. Something was pushing Drew forward, and he kept sniffing and stroking as he looked at the text and photos in the book. Suddenly, Drew was feeling both the familiar pleasure he got from rolling his penis and something new that he hadn’t experienced before. He kept going to the point of no return, and as he reached climax looked down at his penis to realize he was having his first real ejaculation as a small stream of watery cum spurted out of his penis. The first thing he said after his breathing returned to normal was “Holy Shit.” He couldn’t believe how much more pleasure he’d gotten with this new masturbation technique, and he couldn’t believe how much of a dirty boy he was, sniffing where his dad’s penis had been in his briefs. Coming back to earth, he put the briefs back in the hamper exactly as he’d found them, wiped up his own load with his own briefs and threw them in the hamper, put the book back under the bed, and took a quick shower. By the time the family came home, Drew had finished the math assignment and was watching a program on TV. As soon as Tim walked into the house, he went to the bathroom and noticed his briefs were slightly askew from where he’d put them earlier. A knowing smile crossed his lips as he thought about Drew looking at his dirty shorts. Looking a little further, he found a pair of Drew’s briefs, with their fresh load inside them. He picked them up, felt the dampness, and put them to his face. The sweet and masculine smell of his son’s load made his dick jump, and he slipped his dick out and gave it a few quick strokes. He’d save the real fun until later, when he could read the new book he’d bought while sniffing his son’s briefs.