The house felt different, lighter, without Mom's constant fretting. Overseas for a conference, she left me alone with Dad. Step-dad, technically. But he was more of a father than my real one ever had been. A warmth settled in my chest as I thought of him, a warmth that had been slowly morphing into something else entirely.
I padded down the hall, drawn by a scent that had become my obsession. Dad's laundry. A mix of cedarwood, sweat, and something uniquely "him". It clung to his clothes like a second skin, a primal aroma that made my head spin. I found the laundry basket in their bedroom, overflowing. My heart pounded. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist.
I reached in, my fingers brushing against soft cotton. I pulled out a pair of his briefs, the dark fabric heavy in my hands. The scent hit me like a wave, intoxicating. I buried my face in the fabric, inhaling deeply. A groan escaped my lips. It was him. Manly, musky, utterly addictive.
"Ben?"
I froze, my blood turning to ice. Dad stood in the doorway, his muscular frame filling the space. His brows were furrowed, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face. The briefs slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor.
"I... I can explain," I stammered, my face burning with shame.
He stepped into the room, his gaze fixed on the discarded underwear. "What were you doing?" His voice was gentle, but a hint of steel lay beneath.
"I just… I like your smell," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my mouth in a rush. "It's… comforting."
He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Comforting?"
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the floor. "Yeah. It makes me feel… safe."
He sighed, running a hand through his short, dark hair. "Ben, you know that's not normal, right?"
"I know," I mumbled, the shame washing over me again. "I just can't help it."
Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. I braced myself for his anger, his disappointment. But it didn't come. Instead, he crouched down, picking up the briefs.
"Here," he said, handing them to me. "Take them. But promise me you'll talk to me about this. Okay?"
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "Really?"
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Really. I want to understand."
I clutched the briefs to my chest, my heart soaring. "Thank you," I whispered.
"So," he said, standing up. "Tell me. What is it about my smell that you like so much?"
I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the complex emotions swirling inside me. "It's… strong," I began, "and… clean. But also… dirty. Like you've been working hard, but you still take care of yourself."
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Dirty, huh?"
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. "Yeah. But in a good way."
He stepped closer, his eyes locking with mine. "And where do you smell this… dirty cleanliness?"
My breath hitched. "Everywhere," I whispered. "But mostly… your armpits."
His smile widened. "My armpits, huh? You wanna smell them now?"
My jaw dropped. "Really? You'd let me?"
He shrugged. "Why not? I said I wanted to understand."
I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped forward, burying my face in his armpit. The scent was even more intense up close, a heady mix of sweat, deodorant, and pure, unadulterated man. I inhaled deeply, my head spinning.
"Mmm," I moaned, savoring the aroma. "That's so good."
He chuckled again, his chest vibrating against my face. "Happy now?"
"Not yet," I mumbled, my voice muffled by his shirt. "Can I smell somewhere else?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Where else did you have in mind?"
I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. "Your… your cock."
His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. "You want to smell my cock?"
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Please?"
He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright," he said, undoing his belt. "But you have to promise me you'll be careful."
I nodded eagerly, my hands trembling as I reached for his zipper. He stepped back slightly, giving me room. I slowly pulled down his zipper, revealing the head of his cock peeking out from his boxers. It was thick and veined, and already starting to harden.
The scent hit me like a brick wall. It was even more potent than his armpits, a raw, animalistic aroma that made my knees weak. I reached out, gently pulling down his boxers. His cock sprang free, fully erect and throbbing. It was magnificent.
I reached out, my fingers tracing the length of his shaft. He groaned, his body tensing. "Easy," he said, his voice husky. "You're gonna make me cum."
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "I… I'm sorry."
He chuckled. "Don't be. Just be careful."
I leaned in, burying my face in his cock. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, my nostrils flaring. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my voice muffled by his flesh. "That smells so good."
He gripped my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp. "You like that, huh?"
I nodded, my mouth pressed against his cock. "I love it."
He groaned again, his body shaking. "Alright," he said, his voice strained. "That's enough smelling. Time for something else."
My heart leaped. "What do you mean?"
He chuckled, his grip tightening on my hair. "You know what I mean."
I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. "You want me to…?"
He nodded, his eyes burning with desire. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want you to suck my cock."
I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I reached for his cock. He was hard as a rock, throbbing with anticipation. I licked the head, savoring the salty, musky taste. He groaned, his body shaking.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned. "That feels so good."
I took him in my mouth, slowly, deliberately. He tasted like everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever craved. I sucked him deep, my cheeks stretching around his thick shaft. He groaned louder, his body trembling.
"Fuck, Ben," he moaned. "You're so good."
I continued to suck him, my tongue dancing around his head. He tasted like sweat and musk and pure, unadulterated sin. I loved it. I loved everything about it.
He started to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening. I sucked him harder, my throat constricting around his shaft. He groaned louder, his body shaking violently.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum, Ben."
I sucked him harder, my eyes squeezed shut. He thrust one last time, then erupted in my mouth, his hot cum flooding my throat. I swallowed it all, savoring the taste.
He pulled back, gasping for breath. His eyes were glazed over, his face flushed. "Oh, God," he moaned. "That was amazing."
I looked up at him, my face covered in his cum. "I loved it," I whispered.
He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. "I know you did," he said, reaching down to wipe my face. "And I loved it too."
He pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. "Thank you," he whispered. "For making me feel so good."
I hugged him tightly, burying my face in his chest. "Thank you," I whispered back. "For letting me."
We stood there for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms. The silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. I knew that this was just the beginning. That our relationship had changed forever. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held.
Later, as we lay in bed together, naked and entwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This was where I belonged, in his arms, his scent filling my lungs.
He stroked my hair, his fingers gentle against my scalp. "So," he said, his voice soft. "What do you want to do now?"
I looked up at him, my eyes shining with desire. "I want to taste you," I whispered.
He smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Is that so?"
I nodded, my hands reaching down to cup his balls. "Yeah," I said, squeezing gently. "I want to taste every inch of you."
He groaned, his body tensing. "Alright," he said, his voice husky. "But be warned. I might not be able to control myself."
I chuckled, my fingers tracing the outline of his cock. "That's the point," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him.
Our lips met, our tongues tangling in a passionate dance. He tasted like sweat and musk and pure, unadulterated desire. I pulled him closer, my body pressing against his.
He groaned again, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck," he moaned. "You're driving me crazy."
I pulled back, my eyes meeting his. "That's the plan," I whispered, before diving down to taste his cock again.
I took him in my mouth, slowly, deliberately. He tasted even better than before, his cum still clinging to his flesh. I sucked him deep, my cheeks stretching around his thick shaft. He groaned louder, his body trembling.
"Oh, God," he moaned. "You're so good."
I continued to suck him, my tongue dancing around his head. He tasted like sweat and musk and pure, unadulterated sin. I loved it. I loved everything about it.
He started to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening. I sucked him harder, my throat constricting around his shaft. He groaned louder, his body shaking violently.
"I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "I'm gonna cum, Ben."
I sucked him harder, my eyes squeezed shut. He thrust one last time, then erupted in my mouth, his hot cum flooding my throat. I swallowed it all, savoring the taste.
He pulled back, gasping for breath. His eyes were glazed over, his face flushed. "Oh, God," he moaned. "That was even better than before."
I looked up at him, my face covered in his cum. "I told you," I whispered.
He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. "You did," he said, reaching down to wipe my face. "And you were right."
He pulled me on top of him, his hands gripping my hips. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's my turn."
He flipped me over, pinning me to the bed. His eyes burned with desire as he gazed down at me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. "You really think so?"
He nodded, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheek. "I know so," he said, before leaning down to kiss me again.
His lips were soft and gentle, his tongue exploring my mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I moaned, my body arching towards him.
He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. "Can I?" he whispered.
I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please," I said.
He reached down, spreading my legs wide. His eyes darkened as he gazed at my exposed hole. "You're so wet," he whispered. "Do you want me inside you?"
I nodded again, my body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," I moaned. "Please, Dad. I want you so bad."
He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Alright," he said, positioning himself between my legs. "But be warned. I'm gonna fuck you hard."
I gasped as he entered me, his thick cock stretching me wide. It hurt, but it felt so good. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He started to thrust, his pace slow and deliberate. I moaned, my body arching with each thrust. He was so big, so hard, filling me completely.
He thrust harder, his pace quickening. I moaned louder, my body shaking with pleasure. He was driving me wild, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh, God," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
He thrust one last time, then erupted inside me, his hot cum filling my insides. I screamed, my body convulsing with pleasure.
He collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "That was amazing."
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. "I know," I whispered. "I loved it."
We lay there for a long moment, wrapped in each other's arms. The silence was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. I knew that this was just the beginning. That our relationship had changed forever. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held.
