Have you ever heard the phrase “you do you” or “live and let live” maybe “its not my cup of tea, but if you like it then i love that for you.” Usually people mean that for hobbies, or movies and tv shows, maybe even personality traits. I however recently found out just how versatile those phrases can be and to what extent I too can be versatile. I was raised to think as long as no one is harmed and everyone involved is in agreement, then someone else's business is exactly that, their business. Imagine just how I felt when my world was turned upside down once someone else's business surprisingly became my own.
My name is Randy Owens, 38, 6 '0 234lbs light brown hair with a body that shows a past in sports, specifically wrestling, even though it's been years since i played a proper sport i still kept my figure with a gym routine. I was married once upon a time, but that all ended about 10 years ago when my wife passed away from a terminal illness. In her death I was left with everything, car, house, savings, including our son Devin. Devin is now 18, having raised him for most of his life by myself our bond is as close as can be between a child and parent.
Devin himself partakes very much after me, 6 '1 in height and weighing in at 180lbs, dirty blonde hair (from his mom), he's got a lean but formed body mostly because of his time in baseball. When he was a sprout I pushed him to try multiple sports and eventually one stuck. The suckers got a great pair of guns and legs to match and his greatest asset is, well, his ass.
I never imagined myself thinking that way about my own son but something happened recently, something that would change our dynamic for the rest of our lives. It was a regular August morning, he was getting ready for school, his senior year had just begun and he was taking many steps for applying for schools and getting his things in order.
“Hey Devin! Come on bud lets go, i know it's your senior year and you might be getting that senior slump but i need you ready in five minutes, I'll be waiting in the car!” I shouted from the hall outside the restroom, hearing the shower running. I knew he’d be a bit, but damn that kid can't be late on the first day of his senior year.
“Ugh look at this, all these supplies scrawled on his unmade bed, and his backpack still with the store tag on it. Come on dude.” I began grabbing his things and shoveling them into his new and expensive, mind you, backpack.
“Seriously man, laptop left open too, I told him multiple times to close it and keep it charged. I bet anything it's on low battery” - “yup twenty percent, like i called-” something caught my eye, a tab on his search bar, the tiny text read ‘daddy sub pig’.
Oh god, is that what i think it is, i mean i've had the talk with him and i'm fully aware of his hormonal tendencies, i mean i was eighteen once too after all. He knows I'm fully supportive of him whether gay, straight, it doesn't matter. This however, is an invasion of privacy. I shouldn't look into what kind of x rated materials my son likes to
watch, that's crossing an unspoken line. But then again, as a parent I should make sure he's not watching anything illegal or deeply wrong, right? Ah screw it, i copy the link and email it to myself. I'll review his watch habits later. Right now, we’ve got a school to get to. I leave his laptop sitting on his bed, head outside and start the car. Eight minutes later, Devin arrives, hair soaked and his clothes clinging to his still wet body.
“Sorry, i didnt dry off, lost track of time” “lets go”
“It's fine son, I just don't want you to be late on your first day.” I give him a hug, upon leaning in I tilt my head down and get an eyeful of his crotch. The clothes clinging to his body meant a lot of detail was shown including his penis. It wasn't too visible but what I did see was a presumably soft and thick hog. I was proud of my own six inches and relative girth but this hint at what my own son was packing was enough to let me know he’s got me beat in every way down there.
I dropped him off at school and headed straight home. Working as a broker meant work from home was pretty much guaranteed. The whole ride home I couldn't stop imagining what his piece must truly look like, how heavy it must be, and- “stop it, why are you thinking that way? What's wrong with you?”
No matter how hard I tried to get my mind off it I just couldn't resist. Picturing my stud of a son handling his impressive piece of weaponry, then it dawned on me. The link I sent to myself, I completely forgot about it. I fired up an incognito browser, copied the
link from the email I sent myself and hit search. The thumbnail for the video was rather innocent, just a guy, looking to be in his late thirties early forties wearing only tight briefs kneeling next to a much younger man, maybe twenty, twenty two? The full title on display now read ‘daddy sub pig worship in a dirty session’.
“What?” I knew what it said, I could put the words together and knew what they each meant, but I was still confused about what this video could possibly entail. That's when I read the tags in the description one by one they grew in intensity. “Dom,” “sub,” “young top,” “older bottom.” Okay, pretty normal, then they hit me. The last few tags hit me with a wave of uneasiness. “Worship,” “pig play,” “toilet,” “watersports,” “scat”......
What could my son be into? He's a rather normal kid, well young man now but what could possibly be his reason for liking this? The curiosity got the better of me, I hit play. The video started normally, the older submissive removing his doms clothes, then began the standard makeout sessions, mutual jerk off, etc. That's when I noticed a tug in my jeans, a familiar burn in the loins.
I'd been straight all my life and rather comfortable with my sexuality. Of course being on a wrestling team I did get the occasional odd question about how I never got a hard on with my junk rubbing furiously in the middle of a competition. Or even the stray comment from the queer classmates i had
“i couldnt be in that sport, imagining all that muscle and getting manhandled is enough to make me spiral with horniness.”
Despite being straight and not feeling an inclination of any gay thoughts, I still felt odd at times when on the mat. One of my gay friends in school made a comment one day, and since then it periodically over the years would drill into my mind and stay there, like an ear bug. He'd casually brought up the fact that although he was certainly into men, the thought of pleasuring a woman did arouse him. I don't know, maybe he was bi after all. But the comment stuck.
It was shortly after that, when I started getting strange feelings, whenever I was practicing with my team mates and coach, there'd be times when I'd feel a sense of peace and a deep butterfly anxiousness in my loins. Specifically in the moments when I'd be pinned down by the other guy. I didn't think too much about it, I simply thought the feeling of constantly having my cock rubbed was finally getting to me. Only now, watching this video my son was apparently into, did it hit me.
If that friend was mostly into men but wouldn't mind lying with a woman, then maybe. No, I never got turned on by men in the past - but then again, maybe it's a matter of what I do with a guy that'll change my opinion. As I watched the video I couldn't help but enter a trance, I was hooked on this dynamic. An older man sucking the young guy's fat cock, slowly getting his airway opened with a hot virile piece. The young guy in charge, taking his own how he wants it.
It took me a few minutes into the video to realise I was at full mast. My cock straining in my tight jeans, I let the little guy out and he sprung up with a force. The men in the video were fully nude except for the older sub wearing only his briefs, when he dug his face into the doms ass. Lapping his tongue at it with hunger. It was then the realization hit, the vulgar tags, there's no way right. They must've read my mind because the sub laid on the tiled floor while the dom placed a crude looking chair with a toilet seat over the subs head.
He sat down and before I knew it began unloading a massive log onto the subs face. I thought I'd be instantly turned off but no, my cock stayed at full mast and that little bug from my past came buzzing once more. Vulgar things were being said on the screen.
“Oh yeah, dump all your rank man shit down my throat” said the older man.
The younger one chimed in “shut up faggot, my toilet doesnt speak. Know your place, take my delicious shit and keep quiet.”
“Jesus, what the fuck devin. How could you like this?" I sounded like the biggest hypocrite as I actively jerked off to the scene. It felt like my cock was growing harder and harder with every second of the scene, what happened next really drove me over the edge. The older man covered in his young doms' vile shit started moving his jaw. Only when I focused did I realize what he was doing, he was eating every nasty nugget and long turd. Swallowing them like they were some delicious five course meal. Before I knew it my hand pawing at my shaft grew faster and faster and I couldn't hold back any
longer, I shot probably the biggest load I've ever shot. My polo shirt, my jeans, the laptop and the desk were completely soaked in my hot white dad cum.
A loud chime interrupted my post nut euphoria. A text read, “Classes ended early to celebrate senior year, i’m going to workout in the school gym for a bit. Pick up around five okay?”
“Yeah that's fine. I'll be there at five. Pizza is fine for dinner?” a yellow thumbs up from devin confirmed that idea. With him being out for longer I took the opportunity to do some research. Of course by research I meant watching video after video of this newfound interest of mine. I watched so many videos, all of which had older men submitting to younger guys. Each one having rough hardcore sex, sometimes getting into a little kinky play like spanking and role playing. My dick however only responded in excitement at the video with more taboo substances. Bdsm, watersports, and of course scat play seemed to get the little man excited like crazy. Despite every video having new actors, some recurring ones, my mind always did the dirty work and imagined the scenarios with Devin and myself.
It wasn't actor number 1 dominating actor number 2, it was devin dominating me. Actor B wasn't submitting to actor A, it was me submitting to Devin. Star A wasn't feeding costar B his shit, it was me taking and swallowing devins man shit, it was devin making me his submissive toilet. It was nearing five so i cleaned up and went to change into some clean clothes. walking down the hall and past devins room, door wide open, i noticed his laptop on his study desk, plugged in. “Of course he remembered to plug it in, but not take it to school” rolling my eyes, I stepped forward.
“I wonder” yeah the video i sent myself was one he was watching but is that really what he's into? I opened the laptop and opened up a new tab, I entered the website the video was on and “oh shit.” the moment it loaded, i was instantly signed into devins personal account on this website. “Damn he must visit this site a ton.” I went to his profile and his favorites list was on full display, just as I had thought, the page was full of older ‘daddy’ types submitting to younger men. The longer I scrolled the more I noticed the videos were mostly all about scat. Some men were shitting their underwear, a few had older guys wearing diapers, but most, most consisted of “feeding” and “eating.”
The entire thing was whiplash, I was so distracted I completely forgot to close the tab and only closed the laptop. I didnt even plug it back in. talk about leaving no trace. I picked up Devin from school, picked up a pizza and went home. We ate dinner and talked about each other's day. It was now I caught myself staring at him, his lean body, he had thick thighs however and an even thicker set of glutes. I felt myself subconsciously thinking about being under it, like the older men in those videos, laying helplessly, submissively under their doms. His arms muscular and defined, all that batting definitely did its job. His hair drenched in sweat. Devin's temples and neck shone with his sweat as well, his tank top and workout shorts darkened by it. My son's teenage
musk filled the room and it felt intoxicating. I could feel my inhibitions lowering, it was a serious drug.
“Ugh i stink bad, ima go shower. Thanks for dinner dad.”
His voice pulled me out of the trance I was in. “oh of course, and yeah go wash off, i can feel my eyebrows burning off with your scent.”
Later that evening we said our goodnights and went off to bed. Only I couldn't sleep a wink. Not after knowing my son was into some insane things, and not just that but into older men being dominated by young guys. I couldn't drown out the thought that maybe he pictured those men in the videos and he and I. Maybe he was watching those videos right now, jerking off his teenage jock cock picturing me submitting to him, being his toilet and eating his shit. That idea made my cock spring to life. I opened a tab on my phone and watched one of those videos. I had memorized some of the titles from my earlier snooping. Feeling my cock beat in excitement at the content of the video, I stroked it to completion and fell asleep.
“Come on devin, we’re gonna be late!” the routine was the same, after all these years you'd think he'd know to get ready earlier in the morning.
“Sorry, I just had to use the restroom.” he had a weird grin saying that. I don't know, teenager things I guess.
I dropped him off and upon arriving home, I gathered all the strewn dirty clothes of his to throw in the wash. I went upstairs into the bathroom and of course hit dirty clothes on the floor. “Seriously devin, why cant you pick up your clothes off the damn-” i stopped in my tracks upon seeing his dirty boxers, i picked them up and noticed a visible brown streak in them. It could only be one thing.
Slowly I brought them to my face, I sniffed them and drew back at the scent. It was shit alright, only the longer it lingered the more enticed I became. I sniffed it again, this time I drew a longer inhale. Then something hit me, an urge I guess you could call it. I stuck my tongue out and lightly licked the fabric. The taste was unique. Slightly acrid, but also sweet. Salty, likely his sweat. I went for another lick, and another, and before I knew it I was standing in the silent room, sucking as much of my son's flavor as I could out of his soiled boxers.
As I was about to retreat out of the restroom, something caught my eye. How I missed it I'd never know. In my peripheral I saw it, a large mass. Mahogany in color, sitting in the toilet. I walked over and fell to my knees, floating in the still water was a large turd. Seeing how the only ones in this house are my son and I, the obvious culprit that left this here was devin.
An irresistible urge took me over, I grabbed it and squelched the mass in my right hand. As I lingered on the sensation of my son's large shit in my hand, I felt a sudden pull.
“No, watching it is one thing.” “licking his underwear is one thing.” “i cant, there's no way” my mind was racing back and forth but my subconscious was still, silent yet
assured in what the next step was. It only made sense. My mind was screaming at me but my body moved of its own accord. Before i knew it, i began lapping my sons turd out of my hand. Licking it at first, getting a taste for it, then i took bite after bite after bite. Savoring its flavor, his flavor. It was bitter but in a semi sweet way, like dark chocolate. All I could imagine was my son, my little Devin planting his ass on my face and filling me with load after load of his baseball shit. Before i knew it the entire mass was gone, i licked my hand clean and came in my shorts without even touching my cock.
I put a load to wash and carried on with my day, my mind racing the entire time. I wanted more, more of my son's delicious shit. Yes I had an idea that he was into the same thing, but how exactly does one bring that up in conversation? “Hey son, please feed me your turds” there's got to be a way to hint at it. Later that day I picked up my son from after school practice. It was eight in the evening when we picked up some takeout from the local Chinese place.
“Hey dad, you think I can stay home tomorrow?”
“What? Why is that?” He rarely missed a day of school, much less on purpose. So this was out of the blue.
“Well im going to start applying for schools and i kinda wanna spend a day with
no distractions, that way i can pour all my focus on choosing the right school for me.”
“Alright.” seemed a bit odd, why not just do that on a weekend. However the kid has been a real hard worker, so I wouldn't mind him taking a day off. “Sure son, that'd be fine. If you need any help just let me know alright.”
“Thanks, I'm gonna shower and go to bed.”
He drew in close and gave me a hug. Wrapping his arms around my neck and back and pressing his hips into me I felt his semi along my thigh while his musk filled my head. I should have kept it together but I was visibly affected by it. “Alright, night son.”
I washed up the dishes and heard the shower running. About the time I finished and set everything away, the water had stopped. I walked up stairs just in time to see Devin entering his room naked, only catching his ass right as he closed the door behind him. God that kid had a massive pair, truly the definition of cake. I turned off all the lights and walked to my room, passing the restroom I noticed his clothes on the floor again. I walked over and again, his boxers had a large shit stain on them. I stood there in silence yet again savoring their flavor, and their scent. I licked the streak of brown and sucked on it, trying to get as much of the nutty flavor as I could. I was about to walk out when I noticed another turd sitting in the toilet.
“Again, what are the chances devin, come on son.” I said quietly in annoyance as if I wasn't excited about the prospect of another one of my sons' turds. If I had a tail, it'd be wagging violently right now. I got on my knees and again, grabbing the shit with my right hand I began licking it. The flavor this time nuttier and richer than the last. The scent that same semi sweet smell. Similar to his musk. I couldn't help myself any longer, I dug right in and ate my sons turd furiously. I regretted not savoring it longer but I just
couldn't resist any longer. I was licking my fingers clean when I heard a floorboard creak. I realized I left the door open and Devin could've easily walked in on me. I gathered his clothes and placed them in the hamper, the door to his room was cracked open.
Laying on his bed was devin viewing a video on his laptop, earphones plugged in. “Goodnight son.” Don't stay up too late.
“Sure thing- oh dad.” his handsome features lit by the screen.
“Yes son. What is it?”
“Youve got something on your face, on your cheek right there.” shit, it was literal shit smeared a little on my cheek. “Oh thanks son. Alright good night for real.” crap did he know it was shit on my face? No right, there's no way. Why would that be someones first thought. I retreated to my bed and fell asleep. My dreams consisted of nothing but fantasies of Devin taking me as his submissive toilet. His forcing me into a diaper. Making me his personal toilet. Im so fucked in the head.
