Dad's Business Partner

...I was so excited at the fact that I was going to be spending the weekend with my Dad's business partner, Steve, especially with all the teasing Steve was doing to me at the office in front of my Dad!  Trying to control my youthful and horny imagination was no use, it started to happen again...

Steve was standing next to my Father at his desk, he was bent over at the waist, exposing his round melon ass in those tight slacks.  My Father was showing Steve something on the computer when my Father's favorite pen rolled off the desk and under his chair.  Steve wastes no time retrieving the pen that was next to my Father's foot under the desk, he was immediately pleased to see my Father's thick manly feet out of his leather dress shoes. 

Dad would take off his shoes mid day in the office, his nylon polyester blend, dress socks, inside his leather dress shoes would heat up and create this musky odor that engulfed the office every time he did this.  Steve knew this and jumped at the chance for a closer look, and whiff, since my Dad's feet usually stayed under his desk when his dress shoes came off.

Steve was on his hands and knees, his round massive ass was stretching his slacks to the limit as he went in between my Dad's legs, this gave Dad a perfect view of that meaty rump, and Steve now had a perfect view of my Father's big socked foot.  As Steve went in to inhale, his slacks suddenly ripped down the center seam, exposing Steve's hairy asshole!  

The site was so intoxicating for my Father, he couldn't help but lick his lips and rub his chubby cock that was growing in his tight slacks.  Steve wasn't wearing underwear and didn't care that his asshole was exposed even when the cool air tickled the hair around his pink starfish.  Steve was so fixated on my Father's stinky feet, he took Dad's foot with both hands and began to suck it ferociously through the musky nylon sock.  This made Dad start to moan

Suddenly I was interrupted....

"What would you like for dinner, Jeremy." Steve asked me.  I thought I saw a sparkle in his eye when asked, as if we would be having our first date.

"What would you like?" I asked back.

"Well I could grill us some steaks?"

"STEAKS!? Maybe I might join you two." Dad chimed in.

"That sounds great, Steve." I replied.

This made Steve winked at me with that special sparkle in his eyes, making me warm inside.

"Perfect, I'm going to head out to the store and I will see you at my place, big guy!" Steve said as he squeezed my shoulder, he then strutted out of the office, his delicious ass bounced with each step, those slacks almost see through and skin tight.

As soon as I got home, I made a dash for my bedroom, all I could think about was Steve's stinky jockstrap under my pillow. I was going to sniff and lick it while I busted a quick nut, hoping this would settle me down before I got to Steve's house.

"Jeremy?" Mother called out as I got into my bedroom and closed the door. I had to ignore her and satisfy this urge, knowing I didn't have much time.

I jumped on my bed, reaching into my pants for my erection, while reaching under the pillow for that jockstrap, only to be disappointed! "Where the heck is it?" I said to myself as I began to tear my bed apart like some kind of junky looking for drugs, was I that much of a pervert for my Dad's business partner, Steve?

There was a firm knock on my bedroom door, "Be ready in ten, sport. I'm going to drop you off at Steve's." it was my Dad's firm voice on the other side of my bedroom door.

"OK!" I hollered back, still on the search for Steve's dirty jockstrap. That's when I noticed a pile of folded laundry in the corner of my room, and sure enough, there was Steve's jockstrap, washed and cleaned. 

FUCK! I thought to myself! Now I am really going to have to search around Steve's place for another pair of his stinky underwear before I leave his place this weekend.

Why do Mothers always feel the need to do their sons dirty laundry, that's what I was thinking to myself as I began to pack my overnight bag for the weekend with Steve.

I know Steve mentioned a hot tub, what kind of bathing suit should I pack, and what kind of bathing suit would Steve be wearing? Then my horny teenage hormones kicked in and I decided to play it off as if I forgot my bathing suit, maybe Steve would join me in his hot tub naked?

On the drive over to Steve's house I couldn't help notice how amazing my Dad's bulge looked in his tight faded jeans. Dad was taking Mom to the cabin where they would meet Kevin and Marcia. This meant Dad would be wearing these jeans all weekend, and I bet the crotch would really have his musky crotch scent when they get back. I loved seeing Dad's massive chest bursting through his red flannel shirt that went perfect with his rugged camping boots that had an odor of their own.

"Your Mother and I should be home Sunday afternoon." Dad said with his firm voice as we pulled into Steve's driveway.

"No rush Dad."  I replied

"Maybe you could get Steve to bring you home on Sunday."  Dad suggested, we both knew how exhausted he would be.  Dad was always exhausted after any time he spent with Mom, Marcia, and Kevin.

"Sure Dad, I'll tell Steve." I assured my handsome Father, looking so manly stepping out of his truck, his jeans fitting nice and snug on his thick man ass.

I grabbed my bag and followed my Dad to Steve's front door, and I swear my eyes were glued to my Dad's big butt in his tight jeans the whole time.

The front door was unlocked and Steve left a note, Grilling in the backyard, come on in!

"Boy are you going to feast tonight, I can smell the steaks from here." Dad said unaware he was licking his own lips so seductively in front of me, the way his big tongue grazed over his thick mustache, what a stud I thought.

I had to stop my mind from going crazy about my own Father!

We walked into the backyard and there was the man of my dreams, Steve. He was wearing tight jeans like my Dad, only Steve's were daisy duke jean shorts, and so tight he kept the top button undone. This exposed his furry happy trail that went up towards his manly chest, Steve was wearing a midriff Guns N Roses t-shirt, letting his hairy taught belly show, and a pair of old Birkenstocks, that looked so sexy on his beautiful feet. I could feel my dick starting to become erect.

"Smells good buddy!" my Dad said as he examined the grill and the steaks that were about to be grilled to perfection. In my mind I was thinking how good Steve's feet must smell, not to mention his crotch in those cut off shorts, denim adds an extra odor and makes men sweat more.

"You sure you don't want to stay with us guys?" Steve said while giving my Dad a playful wink of the eye.

"I wish." Dad replied.

"You must be meeting up with Marcia and Kevin? Those two are wild ones." Steve said, this time giving me a playful wink as if I knew something about Marcia and Kevin?

I had to make a dash to the restroom, not only to take care of the raging boner that I felt coming, but I wanted to scope out Steve's laundry hamper where I would find a replacement of the jockstrap that my mother washed. "Can I use your restroom?"

"Sure thing, it's in my bedroom, the door on the left." Steve said while he tended to the steaks, giving me a nice view of his thick ass in those tight cut off jean shorts.

As soon as I got into Steve's bedroom I smelt that odor that was inside his jockstrap, that probably came from his big sweaty balls and taint hole, my cock was rock hard. 

I loved seeing his unmade bed, with animal lion print sheets, it took every part of me not to strip down and jump into Steve's bed.  Rolling around naked in his scented sheets would be a dream come true.

Steve has such a bachelor pad, there were no traces of anything feminine in sight, and that manly musky scent brushed with nice cologne, I wanted to move in with Steve.

The bathroom door was on the left, I walked in and my senses were hit with stronger musk that had an undertone of piss. There's nothing sexier than watching a grown man release a hot stream of piss.  At first I was turned off by the golden shower, but with Steve I would let him pee all over me, even in my mouth.  This makes those alpha tops feel like they are marking their territory, which is alright with me.

In the corner of the bathroom was a laundry hamper and it was full of Steve's dirty clothes, jackpot! Knowing that Steve is a bachelor and did his own laundry I was sure to find some traces of his taint and cock inside his jockeys and I'm sure he has some dirty socks with his sweaty footprints embedded in the socks.

I quickly locked the door, then I opened the hamper and was hit with Steve's strong musky odor from his dirty clothes, it was pure heaven for me! You can tell so much about a man by looking through his dirty laundry, underwear for instance; boxers or briefs, are there piss or cum stains, does his ass leave any marks, how worn are they in the crotch area that hug his big balls, has he farted so much they have a hole on the ass, what were his favorite brands, would I find some jockstraps or bikini briefs...my mind was going wild with imagination!

Opening the hamper there were a pair of dress socks and an undershirt, it had to be the ones Steve was wearing today as they were both damp with his musky sweat. I buried my face in the pit of Steve's undershirt and inhaled, that scent made my balls tighten up with excitement, I had to keep searching for more.

There they were, the worn white jockstrap! It wasn't the same pair obviously, it was actually a more worn pair with deeper scents and heavier stains! This would be the pair that I had to steal in the hopes that my mother wouldn't find them and try washing that delicious man scent out again like she did before.

I examined the jockstrap closely, it was such a turn on how most straight men will keep a pair of underwear until they are hanging on by a thread, and Steve was no different. Unfortunately Mom would throw Dad's underwear away if she ever found a stain or they started looking too worn, and since Dad only wore tighty whities stains were hard to conceal.

After I hid Steve's jockstrap in my bag I quickly made my way back outside, I didn't want anything to seem suspicious.

Dad said his goodbyes before Steve served the steaks from the grill, and watching Steve tend the grill made me want to eat him just as bad. I bet Steve's cock had just as much flavor as the filet mignon, and his ass was just as juicy, this weekend I was going to find out for myself.

"I'm going to slip into something comfortable so I can enjoy this meal, I must be growing, these shorts are getting tight."  Steve smiled at me as he walked down the hall to his bedroom, unbuttoning his jean shorts all the way down.

I had a view of Steve standing in his bedroom from down the hall.  He must have know this as his began to undress, bending over and exposing his ass to me.  

Steve took a pair of shorts from his bed, and before he put them on, he looked over his shoulder and motioned for me to join him in his bedroom.  My heart began to race, there was my Dad's business partner butt naked, hinting for me to pursue him.  Since Steve hadn't showered yet, sweating in front of the grill, his scent was twice as strong, my hunger for him was becoming so intense I couldn't control myself.  I wanted to run into that room, throw Steve stomach first on his messy bed, and dive into that big juicy man ass.

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