My sexual awakening with my stinky Daddy

Before I start the story, I would like to express that I only promote the practice of safe sex. Protect yourself and get tested regularly to avoid the spreading of any sexually transmitted diseases. That being said, in the fantasy world that we about to enter, such diseases don’t exist. Therefore your discretion is advised.

I lost my dad when I was about 5 years old. It's been several years since he passed and once in a while I kind of miss him. Sometimes I even hate myself for forgetting his face and have to look at the pictures again to see how he looked like, I always feel like I fail as a kid every time this happens. I also feel like I’m missing out on a father figure, even though I know Mom tried her best to do everything she could. 

It had always been only Mom and me for the past 13 years. Then Tom showed up. Tom is Mom’s boyfriend, they met when Mom was buying groceries and needed help to carry everything back to her car. Then they started going out a while back but Mom refused to tell me anything, saying that she doesn’t want to introduce just any guy to me if she’s not sure yet. 

One day she told me that she’s ready to introduce Tom to me, but she asked first if I’m ready to welcome him into my life too. She’s also fine if I’m still not ready so she’ll keep everything separate. But I see how happy she has been lately so I told her that I’m ready. She was ecstatic when I told her that and asked if I’m up for a dinner with Tom, which I said yes to. 

We went to a decent restaurant and Tom was already there. He looked quite nervous and a bit awkward, which I kind of get, it’s a lot of pressure meeting the son of your lover. Tom is probably around 37 or so, slightly younger than Mom and I have to say that he’s pretty attractive. He’s dark haired, scruffy, about 6’3” but I’m not sure about his body since he’s wearing a suit jacket to dinner. 

He introduced himself and we started chatting. I’m a pretty social guy so it’s pretty easy for me to have some small talk and hold a conversation. I don’t want to act like a brat because I also love to see my Mom being happy after struggling alone for so long. And Tom makes her happy, so I have to put more effort to welcome him into my life. He’s also not just a random guy she’s sleeping with. I’m pretty sure they’ve been going out for more than a year before Mom said anything to me. Regardless, it still made me feel some type of way when Mom put her arms around him and be affectionate, which Mom noticed and pulled back every time I look at her hands around him. 

After several time of this, I told her, “Mom, it’s okay. You can touch him in front of me. Well as long as it’s still appropriate hahaha...” 

Mom looked at me lovingly and then placed her hands on top of Tom’s palm. 

“I can’t torture the guy much longer. Look at him, he’s wearing a suit jacket to meet me like he’s gonna go for a job interview. That was a joke by the way, Tom hahahah...”, I said to both of them. 

Both of them relaxed more and laughed at my joke. 

“Honestly this is worse than a job interview. If I don’t get a job I can just apply for another one. But with Anna I don’t wanna do that. It has to be her. She has so much love to give and she kept saying that it all comes from you so I’ve been waiting for this day for a long long time, Jake. Or do you prefer Jacob?”, Tom said while giggling. 

“Jake is fine, I guess, everyone calls me Jake anyway. You can exhale now, Tom. I’m not a brat. Mom raised me well. But it doesn’t mean that I can’t give you hell if you do anything suspicious, okay!”, I told him jokingly, but making sure that he knows that I meant every words I said. 

“Okay then, I will take off my jacket now, I guess I pass the first stage of the interview.”, Tom said while taking off his jacket. Now I can see more of his body since he’s wearing a light blue shirt underneath it, several sweat spots are visible, showing us how nervous he must’ve been. I can’t help but notice that he has a strong set of pecs and the arms of his shirt fits snuggly into his strong upper arm. He’s also pretty hairy I guess, since some of his chest hair are visible on the top of his shirt, almost connected to his scruffy face. 

“Jake can you please hang his jacket on that hanger next to you?”, Mom told me while handing Tom’s suit jacket to me. I grabbed it and open it up to hang it to the hanger next to me. 

“Don’t wanna crease it so let’s keep it open, right?!”, I jokingly said. When I opened it I noticed a whiff from his jacket. He must’ve been very nervous since it smells like sweat pretty strongly. I wanted to make a joke about it but I decided to leave it, I don’t want to push the boundaries too much tonight, since this is our first time meeting anyway. 

The dinner went smooth and we stepped out of the restaurant. He offered to drive us home but Mom said that it’s better to go separately so “...Jake can take it all in slowly. Besides we have 2 cars anyway.” 

“I really don’t mind, Mom. Don’t you guys wanna spend more time together? This doesn’t mean that I give you permission to have loud sex from now on, though, don’t misunderstand me.” 

“Hahahha oh Jake, you’re a hoot. Sorry, Tom, Jake is always the jokester, better get used to it. And no, I think let’s leave it in the high note. Besides we both have to work pretty early anyway tomorrow.”, Mom said. 

We said our goodbye and Tom hugged me. I can smell more of him now. It smelled strongly of man sweat. I guess that happens if you’re a hairier guy, you tend to exude a stronger funk out of your body. 

Since that day Tom spend more time with us, coming over quite often but never spend the night. He really wants to be respectful and all. The more I spend time with him, the more I like him. We share the same interest in electronics, discussing about newest technology in Computer and Cellphone industry. No wonder he works in that area. I can’t relate so much to his interest in Sports, though. I’m not much of a sport guy but he tried to explain to me several stuff about Football or Basketball every time he’s watching them on TV. Honestly I’m less in the game itself but more interested in the players. 

Eventually I found out that Tom has a deodorant allergy since his skin is pretty sensitive that he’ll develop a heavy rash after using them. No wonder he’s almost always so fragrant, especially after he comes home from work. Most of the time he comes straight from work to us, have dinner and chat, watch some TV or sometimes discuss about new tech releases with me, then went home afterwards. He told me about the allergy when there was a Deo commercial on TV. Mom was cleaning the kitchen at that moment. 

“Sheesh, Tom. No wonder you reek hahaha..”, I said jokingly while pinching my nose and waving my other hand in front of my face. 

“You’re just not used to smelling testosterone around here, Jake. You’ll get used to it eventually, kinda like when your ear adjusted to white noise after a while. Then you’ll miss it when it’s not there anymore”, Tom answered while smiling. 

“Doubt that’ll happen, Dude. Or doubt that I want to get used to it.”, I said. 

“Do you have a choice though?”, he answered my banter, then lift his arm up and fan his fingers under his pit towards me. His stench reached me not long after, assaulting my nostril. I threw a pillow towards him, then Mom showed up. 

“Aaaww my boys are getting along, huh?”, Mom walked over then stroke the top of my head lovingly, then joined us in the living room. 

Many months passed and Tom is now officially a part of our family. He started staying over once in a while since several weeks ago. I quite enjoy it as well, finally having him slowly as a father figure. He taught me how to shave correctly, how to check the oil on my Mom’s car and how to change the tire. But what I love most is our project to slowly build our own PC together. And oddly enough, Tom’s right about his theory of me getting used to his strong odor like an ear getting used to a white noise. I started to get used to his pungent smell. It’s still strong, I can always notice it but it’s not as “rude” as before. 

One day Mom told us that she has to go for a 2 weeks work trip. She asked me if I’m okay with it, since this would help her career a lot. But if I said no, she said she’ll cancel it. 

“Mom, please go. I’m old enough now. Plus Tom is always here anyway. You don’t have to think about me all the time. It’s time for you to enjoy your life too, pursue your career and your passion.” 

She cried after I said that and kissed my forehead. “You’re such a good kid, Jake. I’m very grateful that you’re always so understanding with me, you’re never difficult. Thank you, Jake.” 

Fast forward to her leaving for her trip, she prepared a bunch of food and stored them in the freezer and the fridge so me and Tom will have enough food for at least the next days. She’s being a bit neurotic, I have to say. But I find it endearing. Probably because this is the first time she’s going to be away from me for longer than 3 days.  

Later that day I went home from school and then remembered that Mom is away. I texted Tom to ask when is he gonna come home and if I have to already reheat the food so we can have dinner. He told me to relax and let him do it. He’ll try to come home a bit earlier today. 

Tom showed up around 5pm and greeted me. He took off his work pants and opened his shirt, then proceeded to the kitchen and prepared the food. I asked him if he needs any help. He told me to prepare the table and he’ll deal with the food. 

After dinner we both went to the couch and started our ritual of watching TV together. 

“Mom’s not here so you don’t have to sit next to me, Tom. The other couch is empty.” 

“Naaah why should we change our tradition?” 

“Because you stank hahahaha especially after all that stress preparing the food.” 

“Hey! I thought you got used to it already!”, he said while pretending to be overly offended, holding his heart on his palm. 

“One won’t ever get used to it, Tom. It’s very dominant.” 

“Well, think of it as a sign of my love to you. I work hard for you, so hard that I started to smell.” 

He then hugged me sideways after he said that and continued watching the TV. His words echoed in my head, then I relaxed and leaned over to him and also continued watching the TV with him, his arm is still around me. My face is placed on top of his shoulder, very close to his open armpit. I can feel the heat underneath it, with all of it’s aroma wafting to my nose. 

Oddly enough, it has a new effect now that I never imagined. My belly felt a bit warm and fuzzy now. It feels so comfortable, even though he’s pretty muscular and not that soft to leaned over to. I put my right hand behind his back and my left hand in front of his taut belly, kind of hugging him. Not long after, I realised that I popped a boner. 

This can’t happen! How am I being turned on by Tom?? Especially me being so close to his stinky pit! But the more I think about it and the more I inhale, the hornier I get. I feel so conflicted. Do I confuse love as sexual attraction? Is it because I’m not used to being so affectionate with guys? 

I kept this position for a while, partly because I can smell him pretty easily, partly because I can hide my boner pretty well like this. He then told me that he’ll go shower and then to bed. I told him I will stay to watch the TV for a while and then go to bed as well. 

As soon as he’s done showering, he told me to have a good night and he went to the main bedroom. I went to the bathroom afterwards, searching for his used shirt in the laundry bin. I look for the area under his arm, no longer any sweat stain. I brought it up to my nose and immediately slapped by his masculine musk. My dick started to twitch, asking me to stroke it, so I did. It didn’t take long until I came, and I came hard. I didn’t even have time to imagine things, his smell was already overwhelming me and my whole body. 

I went to my bedroom after I cleaned everything, making sure to put his shirt back again to the laundry bin. Somehow his stench still lingered on my face. I fell asleep with his funk still all over my face. 

This routine went for a couple of days. The more I do it, the more I want it. Some days his stench is not that strong to detect on his shirt, which made me kind of pissed. Like it’s my right to enjoy it as intense as possible. Made me wonder what makes the difference of the intensity. Is it the stress from work that determines the intensity? And is it bad for me to wish him to have an overly stressful day in the office so he’ll come home oozing testosterone from everywhere? 

On Friday evening, we did our routine of watching TV on the couch. But then he took off his shirt, exposing his white wife beater underneath it. His biceps are strong, his pecs are bulging with hairs decorating them, pretty visible underneath the white textile. 

“Hope you don’t mind. It’s the weekend, I wanna be more casual.”, Tom said while tossing his shirt to the floor. 

I didn’t answer but proceed to my usual position, placing my head on top of his shoulder, his arm around me. If only he know how much this turns me on. My shoulder is underneath his armpit and I can feel that it’s damp. I never thought in my life that I would ever be jealous of my own shoulder. 

Without me realising, I started talking, “You know what, Tom. You’re right. I kinda dig your smell now, makes me feel comfy. Is that weird?” 

“Yeah, I can tell. Don’t think too much about it, Jake, just enjoy it. Like I said, it shows how much I love you, working hard at work to make sure I can provide for you and your mom, not that Anna needs that.” 

“Yea it must’ve been a stressful day today, huh? Smells stronger than usual.” 

“It’s always more stressful at the end of the month, especially if it falls on the weekend. So, yeah, I guess I sweated a lot today.” 

“Today? Hell, it’s still damp now. My shoulder is fully immersed in it!”, I teased him and repositioned myself. My hand is as usual on his belly and I moved it to help me readjust myself, then it slipped down a bit. I felt that he’s kind of hard down there. I wanted to say something but then hold myself back, fearing that he’ll freak out and ruin everything. 

Not long after, he addressed it. “Sorry for me being a bit hard down there. Been a while since your Mom is here and you cuddling into me kinda triggers it. Not my fault, though. It has a mind of its own.” 

“Oh you’re hard? I thought all older guys are that big and hard all the time.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, who’re you calling old?! And no, not all guys are this big, mine’s pretty big.” 

“I didn’t say old, I said older. And how do you know you’re "pretty big"? How many have you seen as a comparison?!” 

“Well the people I’ve been with always told me it’s "pretty big". And I’ve seen several other dicks, you know, I’m older so I have more experience, especially when it comes to sex.” 

“How do you know that you have more experience than me?” 

“Because you don’t even know if mine is bigger than average or not.” 

“Well I only slightly rubbed against it. It’s not like I saw it completely.” 

“What’re you saying? You wanna see it? Want me to show it to you?” 

I didn’t know how to respond so I didn’t say anything. Then I felt his arm around me to slowly stroke my arm. “If you wanna see it, you gotta take it out yourself. I’m not gonna do it, you decide.” 

My mind raced uncontrollably. Should I take it out or is it weird? Is he joking? He must be, right? But he is hard, I can now see the outline outside of his pants. I guess he noticed that I tensed a bit so he stroke my arm again, alternating between stroking and squeezing them, like a soft massage. That made me relaxed a bit more. 

I guide my hand down to his boxer and touch his dick from the outside, then squeeze it a bit to feel how hard he is. I heard a soft moan coming from him, he’s still doing the stroke/squeeze thing to my arm. Soon after that I saw a damp patch on the tip of his dick, like he’s leaking into his boxer. I took that as my cue to squeeze again and move my hand a bit, he moaned a bit louder than before and the damp patch is getting bigger. 

“You keep doing that more times and I will shoot, be careful.” 

I don’t want him to shoot yet, so I slipped my hand inside his boxer, grabbed his hardon and took it out. There it is, fully exposed now. Hard, twitching and oozing, at least 8,5” of delicious uncut manhood. 

“Okay, not that big though, I’ve seen bigger.”, I told Tom, hurting his ego intentionally. 

He chuckled and said, “How do you know it’s not big? Compared to yours? What’s your method to determine that it’s not big?” 

“I don’t know. I’ve watched porn and this is definitely average size.”, I said innocently. 

“Well from what I know, it’s only big if it’s barely fitting inside of your mouth. That’s what you can use as your measurement, right? If you can take everything in then it’s not that big.” 

I can feel his hand now kind of pushing me forward, however still stroking me and squeezing me, making sure that I feel comfortable. So I inched myself slowly forward, getting closer and closer to his throbbing cock. Then my lips touched its head, wet and sticky with precum. 

“It’s okay, Jake. Open your mouth. You probably might enjoy it.” 

So I did. I let his manhood into my mouth, immediately stretching everything. I’m so determined to try to fit everything into my mouth. My jaw started to ache a bit and my throat burned as well. 

“You wanna prove to me so much that you can fit it all, huh? Trying to tell me that it’s not that big, purposefully hurting my ego, but you know that it’s stretching your jaw and throat, hurting your ego.” 

“Wait, let me try again. I know I can fit it all in.”, he played my game with me, tricking me into my own trick.

“Probably it needs more lube to get it in easier. Come here, open your mouth.”, he told me and pulled my chin towards his face. He then kissed me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. After a while I can feel him transferring some of his spit into my mouth. 

“Now try again with my spit on your mouth. Would it be easier for you to take it in?”, he pushed my face back down to his crotch. I’m determined to show him that I can do it, pushing it in slowly but surely, making him proud. Soon after, I can feel my chin brushing his pubes and my nose tickling his balls. 

“Wow you made it, my boy! I’m so proud of you! My spit helped, huh?”, he said gleefully, seems to be very proud and impressed of me. Then he brought me to kiss him again. Him calling me his boy made me feel so many types of feeling and oddly made my nipples hard and my dick leaking. 

“So now you kneel in front of me. I bet it’s more comfortable taking it in.”, he commanded me and I followed his instruction. And again, he’s right. It’s easier to take it in this position. So I went hog wild on his now very hard dong, one hand on his thigh and one tickling his balls. He moaned loudly and then put both his hands behind his head. I could see how drenched the hairs on his pits are. He must be smelling like heaven now, too bad I’m too far from his pit. 

I guess he noticed that I’m looking at his pit, so he brought one hand to it, rubbing them around then brought it up to my nose. I almost fainted from the smell, it’s so intense. 

“Don’t stop sucking, this is just to give you more motivation. Let’s see how much you can make me sweat tonight and I will make sure to reward you.” 

Him saying that just give me permission to go crazy on his dick. Especially with his stench on my nose, introduced by his stinky fingers. I sucked deeper and harder and I can feel the dick twitching more and more. 

“Fuuuccckkk I’m gonna shoot now, Jake! Suck it, boy. Take it all!”, he shouted while exploding in my mouth. It was so unexpected and it shooted inside my mouth. I don’t like the taste that much so I stopped swallowing and just kept everything on my mouth and then spit them out on the coffee table after he’s done. 

“Oh you’re not a swallower, huh? Well then we have to figure out how we should use this now for fun. I don’t like to waste, you know."

He then told me to strip down completely and lie flat on the sofa. He put his left armpit in front of my face and use his left fingers to play with my nipples, his mouth on my other nipple and his right hand took some of his come and stroke my dick with it. My brain immediately stopped working, I moaned loudly and grabbed his left biceps and his shoulder muscle, pushing his pit deeper into my face. 

“You really like my stench now, huh? I knew it. I knew I can turn you into a pit hound. Let’s see what else I can turn you into.”, he said with a huge sense of pride behind his voice. Then I felt his right palm moved from my dick. He took more of his cum from the table that I spat out and moved them towards my hole, teasing it with his index finger, circling around and slowly pushing in. 

“Is my boy ready to welcome me inside him? Hmmm? Shhh.. It’s okay, boy. Take a deep breath and soak up all my smell. That’s it, relax. See, not that bad right? My finger is now inside of you.” 

All I can do is grab his muscular bicep and shoulder tighter, pushing his swampy stinky pit more to my face, as if I can’t get more of its stench. I could only moan and whimper under his powerful body and manipulation. He knows exactly how to control me and I think I like it. 

“Damn, boy, you’re surprisingly easy to enter. I have 3 fingers inside you now. My pit works wonders for you, huh? It’s better than poppers, huh? Sniff ‘em loud, kiddo! I wanna hear it! Sniff! Take all my musk in, it’s all yours now, claim it then! Show me!” 

I made sure to sniff as loud as I can while moaning and whimpering under him. His left fingers are grazing my left nipple and his right fingers are deep inside me, assaulting my prostate. Then he stood up, leaving me all high and dry, staring at me. I felt so empty and lost without him being so close to me. He took all his clothes off, completely dripping with sweat. I could swear that his body is steaming now, all his muscles are taut, ready to attack. I always knew that Tom’s pretty fit but I didn’t know that he’s this muscular and strong, just like his dominant odor. 

He took the rest of his cum from the coffee table and coat it on his dick and between my cheek. He then kneeled between my legs and placed his dick between my ass, then moving it around, slick. Then he hunched over and hugged me, I can finally smell him again now. 

“Do you like Daddy moving between your cheek down there, slick with his cum? Should he stick it in? Hmmm?”, he whispered into my ear with a dangerous and threatening tone. 

I hugged him tightly, still processing the word Daddy that he used to refer to himself as third person.  

He pulled himself up, kissed me and proceed to enter me slowly. I moaned and hugged him tighter, kissing him harder than ever before. As before, he slips loads of his spit into my mouth, forcing me to savor him, tasting his liquid.

“Do you like Daddy inside you, pushing your insides, claiming his territory?” 

“Daddy, it hurts! Ow, ow, Daddy you are really big. I’m sorry I said before that it’s not big, I lied! I’m sorry Daddy! It’s really big, oh gosh Daddy!” 

“I forgive you my boy. But it doesn't seem like you're stopping me so I will keep pushing.”, said Tom teasingly, almost with pride and a hint of surprise on his voice

Once he’s bottomed out inside me, I can feel his pubes grazing my ass. His fuck pole is really hard, stuck deep inside of me. 

“My boy is a champion! You took it all in at once! I’m so proud of you, Kiddo. Here, a gift for you.”, he said while holding my face with his hands, his eyes bright with pride. Then he lifted his right hand, showing his well drenched pit, fragrant as ever. He shoved my whole face in it, making sure my facial skin is marinating his pungent sweat, marking his scent on his boy. 

Then I feel him moving, starting to fuck me slowly. 

“Funny how with every sniff your asshole twitch. Like you’re teasing me to fuck you more, to get me sweatier, stinkier. Now you know that my smell shows you how much I love you, right?” 

“I just want you to love me, Daddy. I wanna be loved by you.” 

“I do love you, Kiddo. I really do. But I will let my action show it to you because words can’t describe how I feel. I will pump really deep inside you, making sure I’m coating your insides with my cum, my DNA. That’s how to create a baby and that’s how I’m gonna turn you into my baby. You will carry my genes deep inside you, forever. And I will do it over and over again, until the entire cells of your body is merging with me, my cum, my smells, my spit, all for you.” 

“What’s gonna happen once you’re done with me, Daddy? I don’t want it to stop, ever!” 

“Oh, don’t worry kiddo. I will never stop. But I do think it’ll help if you let your Uncle fills you up as well, making sure you represent the whole family.” 

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna let your brother jizz inside me too, Daddy? I thought my hole is only for you...” 

“You will let anyone jizz inside you, if I tell you to, understand? Do you trust your Daddy? Do you want him to be angry? Punishing you? Is that what you want??” 

“No, Daddy, please. I will do anything for you. Anything you say. You’re my God and I pray to you.” 

“Good boy. My brother is bigger than me so I will make sure to stretch you out real good first. Oh and a bonus, he’s also a sweater like me and he never use soap under his pits too, real pungent. Do you think you can handle that?!” 

“Anything my Daddy say I will do!! I love you, Daddy!!” 

“Here comes my cum. You ready to be born again?! Carrying my DNA from now on, boy?!” 

“Yes, Daddy! Shoot it! Make me yours! Fill me up!” 

Then he pulled me closer and whispered really softly and tenderly, “I love you, Jacob”, and I lost it. I started cumming, shooting between his sweaty abs and mine. My anal spasm must’ve helped him as well because he’s starting to nut deep inside me, making sure his big dick is pushed all the way in. 

Both of us lied still for at least another 5 minutes, panting and gathering our energy and our thoughts. His dick is still lodged inside me, slowly getting softer. 

“Fuck, that was intense. Are you alright, kiddo?” 

“My mind is fried. I can die happily now, thank you.”, I said jokingly, slowly regaining my energy back and my wits came along with it. 

“Oh no, you don’t wanna die now. This is far from over. I have so many things I wanna show you yet. We still have more than a week til your Mom comes back. Enough time to teach you several lessons. Then your Uncle Brad will take over. And next probably my Cousin, Oliver would love to tutor you as well....” 

Well, it looks like my sexual awakening is about to start and it seems like it’s going to last for a while. I don’t mind, though, as long as I have my Daddy with me. I’m not alone anymore.