Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 20:38:46 -0800 From: Roderick Shafton Subject: BULL SESSION (Incest) BULL SESSION "Anyway, like I was saying, best one I ever smelled was this kid from Ohio. A hitchhiker. We pulled over to the side of the road and he let me suck him off. Went back in the bushes so I could get his pants all the way down. Got him to turn around. Mmm! Nice 'n spicy!" "Best sniff I ever got was my boy's! He was 17 and starting to sleep in the raw. I was checking on him one night...out of habit...and noticed his naked butt sticking out from the covers. I snuck up quietly and managed to get my nose right up to it, Fuck, that was lovely!" "Oooh, I've seen your kid. Wouldn't mind smellin' his butt myself!" "Me either. Unfortunately, he's so straight it's sick- ening! He's 22 now, but it'd sure be nice if he'd give his old dad another thrill!" "Yeah, bet those babes really go for him!" "Sssh. Here he comes." "Hey, Dad. You guys still trading butt-smellin' stories?" "Hunh? Whadda you m-mean?" "I heard ya. I never thought I'd ever mention it, since you never did it again, but since I heard you guys talking ...I was awake that time. Scared the shit outta me, too. I knew you were a fag and all, but I never thought you'd get turned on to me. I was kinda groggy, and didn't know my ass was sticking out, til you got down there. I heard you sniffin' at me, and I was afraid to move. I thought you might try to poke me, but you just smelled me for a while." "Ah, well...guess you'd better hit the sack, hunh?" he blushed at being caught discus-sing him like that. "Whatsa matter, Pop? I thought you wanted another 'thrill'?" "Alright, knock it off. You heard me, and I'm properly embarrassed. You don't have to rub it in." "Ha, ha! What a way to put it, Pop! RUB IT IN! That's a hoot!" "GO!" "Hey, I'm just ribbin' ya, Pop. You know it don't matter to me. You've been a good father. I don't mind giving you that 'thrill.' Long as that's all you do... sniff, I mean." "Damn, take him up on it, Bert," one guy laughed. The young man stood next to his sitting father. He turned and let his robe fall down. He kept his crotch out of view, and looked back over his shoulder. "Might be a little ripe, Dad, but then, that's the idea, ain't it? Want me to bend over? You ready?" "Uh, listen..." "Last chance, Pop. I won't offer again. If you don't do it, I'm the one that's gonna be embarrassed as hell stand- ing here like this." Tentatively, Bert lowered his face, inching his nose to the crack. "How is it, Bert?" "Boy sure has a fine ass! Go ahead, Bert, do it for us, too!" The kid reached back and pulled his cheeks open, bending slightly. The aroma went straight to Bert's head! He was nervous, but he simply couldn't resist the offer. "Ah, Ricky! It's as good as I remember it! Yeah, Son, bend right over. Let me have a good sniff at that! Your old dad loves sniffing ass cracks...and yours is definitely the best!" He got up close. "OK, Pop. It's weird stuff to me, but go ahead. Rub your nose in there if you want, but no licking. This is just a little favor." The man pushed his chair back and sniffed his son's butthole without shame. He twirled his nose over the fragrant anus, hoping to save some to enjoy after the boy left. The kid grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him tighter. After a couple of wonderfully delirious minutes, the kid reached for his robe and wrapped himself up. "Good?" he asked, smiling pleasantly. "Wonderful, son, absolutely wonderful!" he gushed. "Uh, would you...uh, let the fellas have a sniff? So they know what I'm raving about?" "Um." He looked unsure, then he dropped his robe again. "What the hell, why not? But just a few quick ones, OK?" The men clamored up from the table and came around, lining up. One by one, they knelt before the boy's buttocks and eagerly smelled his young asshole. "OH, MAN, HOT AND CHEESY!" the first guy remarked. "Hurry up, Charlie, I wanna rub my nose on that, too!" Ricky smiled at the attention, and pulled his hole open for them. He didn't understand the fascination, but if the men wanted a whiff of his sweaty shithole, he was in a weird enough mood to let them. "OK, that's it!" he put his robe on and turned around, hearing the men sniffing loudly at the grunge on the end of their noses! "That's sweet stuff, Ricky. Too bad you don't go for blowjobs!" "Heh! I love blowjobs, Mr. Carson. Just not interested in getting into any heavy duty queerness...especially with my Dad!" "Too bad. Maybe some day when he's gone...?" the guy suggested. "In your dreams!" he laughed. "See you in the morning, Pop. Think I'll go whack off after that. I suppose you guys're gonna do it to each other now?" "Ha! After smellin' that sweet hole, you think we're gonna ruin it by pokin' into our sour asses?!" one guy exclaimed. Ricky laughed. "Well, whatever. Don't let me being upstairs stop you. Old farts like you hafta get it where you can!" he kidded. "Night!" He bounded up the stairs to his room. "Well fuck me in the ass! Damn, Bert, that kid's alright! In all ways. Too bad that luscious cavern's wasted on chicks that probably don't lick it anyway." "Yeah, they get a whiff of that and send him straight to the shower. Dumb cunts!" Bert just sat there with a stunned grin, drunk from his son's smell! He casually pushed his upper lip closer to his nostrils, reveling in the odor he'd managed to accumulate. Ricky layed in bed, giggling at his own audacity, and stroked his bone. Fifteen minutes later he was hidden on the stairway, nude, peeking at the four naked men eating out each other's assholes and sucking cock! He gasped-- almost too loudly--when he saw Mr. Carson taking a huge cock up his ass. He got a perverse satisfaction at thinking it was his behavior that had turned the men on so much. Later he saw his father getting fucked and loudly shot a load all over the carpeting. "That you, Ricky?" "Yeah, Pop," he admitted, chuckling. "Just playing Peeping Tom! Don't get up." "Hell, I wasn't about to, son! Best fuck I've had in a long time!" Comments appreciated...please mention story name. bawdypen@hotmail.com